Oh crap! Oh Shit! Where has my fishy gone?
I hope he didn't go to smoke another bong
He can't be long or I won't finish this song
I can't do it by myself cause I'm a fucking mong
So I need you back here now more than ever
Cause you're so funny, you're so cool, damn it you're so clever
You deserve more than a fishy bowl somewhere
It's got you spinnin' round like that head on Linda Blair
It was funny when she puked in The Exorcist
I could never chuck like that unless I was pissed
Cause I can't handle my vodka cause I'm really small
'Sept for two great parts, I got REAL BIG BALLS
But my penis puts my down like when my dog was ill
We had to take him to the vet and get a real big bill
Never knew you could get paid for killing dogs
Bet that it would be fun to hit 'em with a log
But not for me I'm an animal lover
Don't take it the wrong way I love 'em like my mother
Cause she makes me happy and bought me a goldfish
But he went off somewhere mabye on a mish
To mabye save the world from dubya bush
I hate him so much he can kiss my tush
That pretzel was so cool he almost did the job
When he lodged himself inside George's big gob
But it didn't really work cause of his body guards
They squeezed him really hard those fucking retards
So the pretzel flew out to some random fish tank
Where my goldfish sat and to him I should thank
For laying in wait until george's alone
Then he'll stab and he'll shoot like a fucking cyclone!
I LOVE YOU FISH!!!














Comments
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I'm disillusioned & let down. 'Cause all my hero's are junkies now.
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May you go marching in three measure time. Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines.
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I'm disillusioned & let down. 'Cause all my hero's are junkies now.
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May you go marching in three measure time. Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines.
Its funny. Whoever writes about a fish and incorporates his balls into it is genious. <3
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Feed Your Head
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I'll wait until ive conquered this dreadfull planet...
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I'm disillusioned & let down. 'Cause all my hero's are junkies now.
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May you go marching in three measure time. Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines.
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I'm disillusioned & let down. 'Cause all my hero's are junkies now.
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May you go marching in three measure time. Dressed up as asses, drunk to the nines.
Thats all.
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