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  • 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 the bones
    Ah mais oui
    Ca c'est toujours delish
    Les poissons, les poissons
    Hee hee hee, hah hah hah
    With the cleaver I hack them in two
    I pull out what's inside
    And I serve it up fried
    God, I love little fishes, don't you?
    Here's something for tempting the palate
    Prepared in the classic technique
    First you pound the fish flat with a mallet
    Then you slash through the skin
    Gives the belly a slice
    Then you rub some salt in
    'Cause that makes it taste nice
    Zut alors, I have missed one
    Sacre bleu, what is this?
    How on earth could I miss
    Such a sweet little succulent crab?
    Quel dommage, 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 certainly lucky, you are
    'Cause it's gonna be hot
    In my big silver pot
    Toodle loo mon poisson, au revoir
  • 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 the bones
    Ah mais oui
    Ca c'est toujours delish
    Les poissons, les poissons
    Hee hee hee, hah hah hah
    With the cleaver I hack them in two
    I pull out what's inside
    And I serve it up fried
    God, I love little fishes, don't you?
    Here's something for tempting the palate
    Prepared in the classic technique
    First you pound the fish flat with a mallet
    Then you slash through the skin
    Gives the belly a slice
    Then you rub some salt in
    'Cause that makes it taste nice
    Zut alors, I have missed one
    Sacre bleu, what is this?
    How on earth could I miss
    Such a sweet little succulent crab?
    Quel dommage, 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 certainly lucky, you are
    'Cause it's gonna be hot
    In my big silver pot
    Toodle loo mon poisson, au revoir