i ll cook you up some lobster bisque i wanna smoke you like a fish you smell like kelp i think it s hot i m gonna stick you in my pot it s true you are my fish fillet i ll fry you up with some frisee you are just like my garden trowel i don t know what to rhyme with trowel i ll stick you deep down in the dirt and you can laugh when it hurts and then you ll flower from your stem they want to pluck you i know them i m going to wring you like a sponge i ll clean my floor with your tongue you dry the dishes oh so nice you dirty rag let s do it twice and now let s shine the silverware you re tired hungry i don t care and when i m done with your service i m gonna sell you to the circus i ll come and visit in a week you ll make a nice circus freak that s what my mother said to me she never came to visit that s why i wrote this song