I've got a goldfish,
That lives in the swan lake,
I know it's human,
I know it's you, girl,
I will get you out,
Place you on my hand,
And before your gills start flapping frantically,
I'll refresh you,
I've got an old book,
Down in the bookstore,
It is quite ancient,
I'll show it to you,
I will fish you out,
Place you on the shelf,
And before hot air will burn your brains,
I'll lull you to sleep,
I've got you flowers
That grow on a wild field,
They are so pretty,
Aren't you happy, yeah,
I will get you out,
Place you on my lap,
And before your scales will dry to dust,
I'll close your eyes