I got two pale hands and I got a knife and fork,
I've had enough of meat don't want any pork.
Feelings in my tummy sending signals to my brain,
I'm craving for another plate of fish again.
I'm walking down to my local shop,
There's nothing in my way to make me stop.
They too hunger like me,
They too hunger for the fish in the sea.
Listening to the radio and turning up the bass,
God that fishy smell it puts a smile on my face.
I know that when I tell you that you'll think I'm a headcase,
What about my weakness I'm totally addicted to plaice.
Fishy Wishy
Totally addicted to plaice,
Fishy Wishy