Lyrics The Fishmonger's Daughter - Sonya Belousova , Joey Batey

Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

To pull on my horn
As it rises in the morn
For 'tis naught, but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho

The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba ba

The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba ba

Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-ta-ta

Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da

La-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da
Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da