Circus Fish

I'll cook you up some lobster bisque

I wanna smoke you like a fish

You smell like kelp I think it's hot

I'm gonna stick you in my pot

It's true you are my fish fillet

I'll fry you up with some frisee

You are just like my garden trowel

I don't know what to rhyme with trowel

I'll stick you deep down in the dirt

and you can laugh when it hurts (Maniacal laughter-every musician)

and then you'll flower from your stem

they want to pluck you, I know them.

I'm going to ring you like a sponge

I'll clean my floor with your tongue

You dry the dishes oh so nice

You dirty rag, let's do it twice (Three times! Four!)

And now let's shine the silverware

You're tired, hungry? I don't care.

And when I'm done with your service

I'm gonna sell you to the circus

I'll come and visit in a week

You'll make a nice circus freak

That's what my mother said to me

She never came to visit

That's why I wrote this song.