This dirty old café's smellin' fishy
In there I refuse to dine.
Smells like they got some onions and chum fryin'/
I'm gonna hurl if I see somethin' squishy
Like a squid all rolled in goo,
Ain't gonna dine because it's time to spew/

See that shad? He's near dead and fried,
See the flesh is turnin' gray,
It's still jerkin'; it's life ain't quite gone away.
I know, 'cause it's still jerkin', yeah,
I've seen it jerk, jerk, jerk.

We gotta get flounder and plaice,
Let's get some gaffed fish and make a stew.
We gotta get flounder and plaice,
But, girl, we won't get alewife for me and you.

My vittles girl, when I say somethin's fishy,
I speak lit'rally to you, yeah,
We'll be dead if we dine in that café's room,
Yes we will.

Let's go now to the oceanside;
We can also catch some rays
Then find guys who slave to make their catch each day.
So let's go.
They've been workin', yeah.
Lines were jerkin', yeah.
Go. . .o.
Concurrent
Work, jerk, work, jerk
To catch us mounds of fresh filets,
Let's get today's catch and make a stew.
We gotta get flounder and plaice.
Girl, there's a bouillabaisse
For me and you.