One day I had eight gold fish
Coming out my mouth
One big black, one landed in
The palm of my left hand
I wondered where they came from
Could they take me with them?
I wondered if they were gonna make me prospero
I wondered where they were off to next
And if I could tag along
I promised I would take good care of them
Until the end
Did they come to save me from
Baked beans on toast galore?
Because it was getting such a bore in the place that I was roaming
(Roaming!
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming...
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming...
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming...
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming...
Roaming...)
One day I had eight gold fish
Coming out my mouth
Onde big black, onde landed in
The palm of my left hand
I wondered where they came from
Could they take me with them?
I wondered if they were gonna make me prospero
(Prospero!
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero...
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero...
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero...
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero...
Prospero...)
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