Circus Fish

come on in geno 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 filet i'll fry you up with some frisée 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 HAHAHA then you'll flower from your stem they want to pluck you, i know them i want 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! three times, four and then you'll 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 any week.. you'll make a nice circus freak (FREAK! x3) that's what my mother said to me.. she never came to visit (crying, inaudible words)