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Yes, he was a fish head
his frontal lobe a retread
he rode a little motor scooter
they said he was a neuter
tried to be a masher
he was a failure as a flasher
what made it most regrettable
he thought he was incredible
Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I'm a smooth operator, I'm a mood elevator
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
and look at me now
Yes, he was a fish...sandwich
unfortunate case of brain damage
his modus operandi,
a burger and a french frie
his mother was a plumber
his father was a momur
he walked around a lot and took long naps
Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I'm a smooth operator, I'm a mood elevator
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
and look at me now
here I come, hey, look at me now
I'm a stimulator, I'm a tax evader
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
and look at me now
Yes he was a fish head, as stable as a waterbed
for fear of pantaphobia he moved to Ethiopia
Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I'm a stimulator, I'm a space invader
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
and look at me now