Goldfish song

Your armpit smells so delicious

But I tried it and it’s not

Kinda tasted like goldfish’s

When they float up to the top

Now you might think this is funny

But I promise you you’re wrong

Had to tell you all about it

In a little goldfish song

(Papapapapapas and Beer)

(Best look out or you’ll hit a deer)

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I scream under green umbrellas

When I know they come from France

Make them twirl clockwise slowly

And they put you in a trance

Papapapapapas and Beer

Smoke too much and you find the fear

Don’t judge a book by its cover

When inside it’s turning blue

First you gotta ask your lover

If it’s ok to eat glue

Papapapapapas and Beer

Best look out cause the futures near

Papapapapapas and Beer

In the front and then out the rear

I don’t want your shitty money

I find it as fake as you

I don’t care how much you brought me

I wanted the real you

I wanted the real youuuuuuu.