"Cold Fish" lyrics

"Cold Fish"

Oh baby, oh baby
You're gonna make me so obsessed, oh yeah

I saw my baby in the morgue this morning
Neurotoxin makes good beer
I asked, can you maybe go leave for a minute?
Then I finally saw my baby's pubic hair

I dove into the drawer
And tore off her rubber sheet, ooh

In we go, cold fish
Cold fish
Gimme cold fish
Cold fish, when the brewer takes a fall, let's do it
Cold fish, when the brewer takes a fall, let's do it
Cold fish, when the brewer takes a fall, please do it
Cold fish, when the brewer takes a fall, let's do it
Cold fish, when the brewer takes a fall, let's do it
Why, oh why did my baby die?

Then they took her and buried her deep
Couldn't take some more so I went out to sleep
I dreamed my baby was still alive
I fed her a dose of strychnine

She couldn't breathe, she gasped for breath
Down on the floor she went, ooh
Got my cold fish back again

Cold fish, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
Cold fish, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
Dead fish, I want, they want, gimme gimme gimme gimme
Cold fish, woman aren't you pretty tonight
Let me do your worth while you're dead and cold
Pint goes up, up your nose!

Oh, when we saw her there
They forgot she had purple hair
She was an extra in the Rocky Horror Show
And then the producer wound up a scapegoat

When she's cold, I take her body
And put it into colored vinyl

Cold fish
Cold fish
Cold fish!


Thanks to Janus for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): East Bay Ray, Klaus Flouride, Eric Boucher, Carlos Cadona, Bruce Mitchell Slesinger
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