Fishies

I left the house, left the room With the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill... But down to an old wharf shack Inside I heard the trumpets call I salute to the champions on the wall And in the jazz of squalls And impassioned Brawls She danced In the night she looked so fine to me Oh I am a man on an Odyssey And so tie me to the mast I must believe! Woah didi didi I just had to look I said woah didi didi How those hips they shook Singing eye patch, tongue ring, little black book Welcome fishies to my hook And the tiny chefs they waved their giant knives And the dark goumas they flicked dynamite Still I kept the sight of my desire And this one thing's sure I made no apologies Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology I must admit she felt so... Alive Woah didi Didi I just had to look I said wah didi didi How those hips they shook Singing eye patch, tongue ring, little black book Welcome fishies to my hook She waves For everybody down on the floor As if to pray to the gods of the festival And there we were in the depths of the wild below Her face so close I could taste the distant shores She whispered 'wait for the trumpet's call' It's not exactly love it's to adore Oh woah didi didi I just had to look Singin woah didi didi How those hips they shook Singing eye patch, tongue ring, little black book Oh, ohhhhh Welcome fishies to my hook