Les Poissons

Les poissons, les poissons

How I love les poissons

Love to chop

And to serve little fish

First I cut off their heads

Then I pull out their bones

Ah, mais oui, ca c'est toujours delish

Les poissons, les poissons

Hee-hee-hee, haw-haw-haw

With the cleacer I hack them in tow

I pull out what's inside

And I serve it up fried

God, I love little fishes, don't you?

Here's something for temping the palate

Prepared in the classic technique

First you pound the fish flat with a mallet

Then you slash through the skin

Give the belly a slice, then you rub some salt in

'Cause that makes it taste nice

Sacre bleu! What's this?

How on earth could I miss?

Such a sweet little succulent crab

Quel domage. What a loss

Here we go in the sauce

Now some flour--I think, just a dab

Now I stuff you with bread

It don't hurt 'cause you're dead

And you're centainly lucky you are

'Cause it's gonna be hot

In my big silver pot

Tootle-loo, mon poisson, au revoir!