Fishy, Fishy, why do you lay,
On your back with your stomache up all day?
Fishy, Fishy, why don't you move?
When I turn on the music, why don't you groove?
Fishy, Fishy, why aren't you swimming?
Is it because you are not living?
Fishy, Fishy, I must say good bye,
As you travel through the plumbing up in the sky.
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