Well, they'll bone you then you're fryin' up for food,
They'll bone you whether you're finned chick or dude,
They'll bone you, then Mark 6:41 intone,
They'll bone you then serve you with white, not Rhône.
They sharpen the steel with the whetstone.
Every caught fish must get boned.

Well, they'll bone you and then wok you for a treat,
They'll bone you cause you are so sweet to eat,
They'll bone you, make stock of you they can pour,
They'll bone you. . .clock you in the Thermador.
The food aroma makes cat pets moan.
Every codfish must get boned.

They'll bone you and then set you on the table,
They'll bone you à la Rachael on cable,
They'll bone you, unlike when they bake a duck,
They'll bone you so their guests will not upchuck.
They do not want what has been ingested blown.
Every craw fish must get boned.

Well, they'll bone you and then feed you to a friend,
Yeah, they'll bone you, which'll make your shape distend,
They'll bone you if you're flying fish or carp,
They'll bone you with a plaice-fileter sharp.
And if you are a puffer, you'll get blown.
Every caught fish must get boned.

Well, they'll bone you, and in the wok you're thrown,
They'll bone you if you're Sockeye or On[o],
They'll bone you and then your innards lave,
They'll bone you and broil you on a cedar stave.
Too small, you get tossed back till you get grown.
Fledgling caught fish must get thrown.