"Who'll have a fishy

On a little dishy?

Who will have a fishy

When the boat comes..."


And then he says

"With our glasses both raised in a toast

Let's sing for those in peril on the sea

Who cater ceaselessly

To thy every wish

With every fish

As fresh as fish can be

You see, I'm into my oysters

My king prawns and caviar

No matter how far away they are

I'll be there!"


And then she says,

"Now with our glasses both raised in this toast

Let's sing for those in peril on the sea

Who labour tirelessly

In their tiny boats

Off John O' Groats

Their socks soaked for me

You see, I do like my lobster

My hake, skate and rainbow trout

And if there's a fishy smell about

I'll be there! And then

And then we'll sing for those in peril on the sea...


Don't be frightened

Don't be scared

Chop off their heads

And little legs

Then peel away the shell

And open up your senses to the smell

The sound and colour

Touch and taste


Of crab, cod, clams and kippers

Scampi, squid, sole, shark and scallop

Winkles, whelks, whale and whiting

Seaweed, swordfish, sardines and sea urchin


Haddock, halibut, herrings and eel

Cockles, mussels, mackerel and veal

Pilchard, plankton, St Peter's fish and plaice

Octopussy jellyfishy

And dolphin's an aquired taste


"Who will have a fishy

On a little dishy?

I will have a fishy

When the boat comes in..."