Eydie's Tune

I know why Fish swim in the sky And beat their leather wings Until they're high and dry We fly in the face of fashion Full scale and fair We fly in the face of fashion With passion rare Weave and sigh My angel and I Reach our hands above the clouds And rip the seething sky We fly in the face of fashion Full scale and fair We fly in the face of fashion With passion rare My oh my My angel and I Reach our hands above the clouds