(Verse 1)
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how
That smelly fish used to make me frown
And I knew if I had my chance
I could make those nostrils dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But June and Ward, they made me shiver
With every whiff I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I learned about the pungent tide
But something touched me deep inside
The day the smelly fish died

(Chorus)
So bye, bye, Miss American Fry
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were eating smelly fish pie
Singing "this'll be the day that I die"
"This'll be the day that I die"

(Verse 2)
Did you write the book of smells
And do you have faith in foul gels
If the stench tells you so?
Now do you believe in rotten trout?
Can vomit save your mortal snout?
And can you teach me how to smell real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with stink
'Cause I saw you holding your nose and wink
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those smelly fish blues

I was a lonely teenage broccoli sprout
With a smelly fish and a stinky snout
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the smelly fish died

(Chorus)
I started singing, "Bye, bye, Miss American Fry
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were eating smelly fish pie
Singing "this'll be the day that I die"
"This'll be the day that I die"

(Verse 3)
Now, for 10 years, we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned

And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the smelly fish died

(Chorus)
We were singing, "Bye, bye, Miss American Fry
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were eating smelly fish pie
Singing "this'll be the day that I die"
"This'll be the day that I die"

(Outro)
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the smelly fish died?