Fishies Lyrics
| Song | Fishies |
| Artist | The Cat Empire |
| Album | Live On Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Angus, Felix | |
| I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back | |
| And my supplies in a magic pack | |
| And I followed the sound of music | |
| Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack | |
| Inside I heard the trumpets call | |
| I salute to the champions on the wall | |
| And in the jazz of squalls | |
| And impassioned brawls she danced | |
| And the night she looked so fine to me | |
| Oh, I am a man on an | |
| OdysseyAnd so tie me to the mast, | |
| I must believe | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook | |
| And the tiny chefs, they waved their giant knives | |
| And the dark goumas they flicked dynamite | |
| Still I kept the sight of my desire | |
| And this one thing's sure | |
| I made no apologies | |
| Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology | |
| And I must admit she felt so alive | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook | |
| She waves for everybody down on the floor | |
| As if to pray to the | |
| Gods of the festival | |
| And there we were in the depths of the wild below | |
| Her face so close | |
| I could taste the distant shores | |
| She whispered, wait for the trumpet's call | |
| It's not exactly love it's to adore | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook |
| zuo qu : Angus, Felix | |
| I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back | |
| And my supplies in a magic pack | |
| And I followed the sound of music | |
| Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack | |
| Inside I heard the trumpets call | |
| I salute to the champions on the wall | |
| And in the jazz of squalls | |
| And impassioned brawls she danced | |
| And the night she looked so fine to me | |
| Oh, I am a man on an | |
| OdysseyAnd so tie me to the mast, | |
| I must believe | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook | |
| And the tiny chefs, they waved their giant knives | |
| And the dark goumas they flicked dynamite | |
| Still I kept the sight of my desire | |
| And this one thing' s sure | |
| I made no apologies | |
| Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology | |
| And I must admit she felt so alive | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook | |
| She waves for everybody down on the floor | |
| As if to pray to the | |
| Gods of the festival | |
| And there we were in the depths of the wild below | |
| Her face so close | |
| I could taste the distant shores | |
| She whispered, wait for the trumpet' s call | |
| It' s not exactly love it' s to adore | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook |
| zuò qǔ : Angus, Felix | |
| I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back | |
| And my supplies in a magic pack | |
| And I followed the sound of music | |
| Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack | |
| Inside I heard the trumpets call | |
| I salute to the champions on the wall | |
| And in the jazz of squalls | |
| And impassioned brawls she danced | |
| And the night she looked so fine to me | |
| Oh, I am a man on an | |
| OdysseyAnd so tie me to the mast, | |
| I must believe | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook | |
| And the tiny chefs, they waved their giant knives | |
| And the dark goumas they flicked dynamite | |
| Still I kept the sight of my desire | |
| And this one thing' s sure | |
| I made no apologies | |
| Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology | |
| And I must admit she felt so alive | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook | |
| She waves for everybody down on the floor | |
| As if to pray to the | |
| Gods of the festival | |
| And there we were in the depths of the wild below | |
| Her face so close | |
| I could taste the distant shores | |
| She whispered, wait for the trumpet' s call | |
| It' s not exactly love it' s to adore | |
| Wow, didi, didi, | |
| I just had to look | |
| I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
| Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
| Welcome fishies to my hook |
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