Flying Fishmonger

Lyrics
Holy, Holy Mackarel Holy, Holy Mackarel Holy, Holy Mackarel Holy, Holy Mackarel He's bald on top He's got an artificial hip He's gonna take a hop He's gonna take a trip He's weak in the knees And he can't find his teeths But put your hands together Cause he's here to please He's a Flying Fishmonger (Flying Fishmonger) He's a Flying Fishmonger (Testify wonder) He's a Flying Fishmonger with fantasy He's got an old bundle motor And a pair of wheels