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Phish - Fee
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phish
Phish
Performer
Trey Anastasio
Trey Anastasio
Guitar
Mike Gordon
Mike Gordon
Vocals
Jon Fishman
Jon Fishman
Drums
Page McConnell
Page McConnell
Vocals
John "Swift" Catalon
John "Swift" Catalon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Anastasio
Trey Anastasio
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phish
Phish
Producer
Trey Anastasio
Trey Anastasio
Producer
Mike Gordon
Mike Gordon
Producer
Jon Fishman
Jon Fishman
Producer
Gordon Hookaloo
Gordon Hookaloo
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Page McConnell
Page McConnell
Producer

Lyrics

In the cool shade of the banana tree On the rugged trail toward the balcony A child of the twentieth century A dried up Goliath and a weasel named Fee Far away in another place A fading beauty named Milly Grace A gospel singer with pox on her face And a bamboo cane to help her keep the pace Fee was a Buddhist prodigy Long past the age of maturity Someday he knew it would set him free Like it did for Floyd, the chimpanzee Whoa, Fee You're trying to live a life that's completely free You're racing with the wind, you're flirting with death So have a cup of coffee and catch your breath Fee first met Milly in a bar in Peru His heart was jumping like a kangaroo Like a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zoo It was hopping and jumpin' in wooden shoes But Floyd was jealous and alone He wanted Milly for his own A desperate craving in his bones "Their love," he said, "I will not condone" Then one day on a ship to Quebec, Floyd found Fee and Milly on a lover's trek He picked up a bottle and broke off the neck It sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deck Whoa, Fee You're trying to live a life that's completely free You want to stay with Milly until you're dead But you just got a bottle upside the head Milly turned and began to scream at Floyd She said, "You think you're pretty mean" And though she was as thin as a small string bean She slammed him in the face with a nectarine Floyd fell back over the edge of the ship 'Till he hung from the rail by his fingertip Milly said, "Floyd, I'll make you lose your grip, With this tiny piece of paper I can make you slip" So Milly took that paper and did the deed Floyd hit the water with astonishing speed And as the sharks circled in and began to feed Milly knew her weasel was finally freed Whoa, Fee You're trying to live a life that's completely free Floyd is dead, he's nothing but a ripple 'Cause Milly took that paper and sliced him on the nipple Whoa, Fee You're trying to live a life that's completely free You're racing with the wind, you're flirting with death So have a cup of coffee and catch your breath
Writer(s): Trey Anastasio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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