Les Poissons

Les poissons, les poissons How I love les poissons Love to chop and to serve little fish First I cut of their heads Zen I pull out their bones Ah mais oui, ça see'est toujours delish Les poissons, les poissons Hee hee hee, haw haw haw 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 Give the 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 zis? How on earth could I miss Such a sweet, little succulent crab? Quelle dommage! What a loss Here we go, in the sauce And some flour, I think just a dab Then 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 Tout à l'heure, mon poisson! Au revoir!