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Les poissons, les poissons. How I love les poissons. Love to chop and to serve little fish. First I cut off their heads. Then I pull out their bones. Ah mes oui, savez toujours delice. Les poissons, les poissons. Hee hee hee, haw haw haw. With a 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 palette. Prepared in the classic technique. First you pound the fish flat with a malette. Then you slash off their skin. Give their belly a slice. Then you rub some salt in. 'Cause it makes it taste nice. Zoot alors, I have missed one! Sacre bleu, what is this? How on earth could I miss. Such a sweet little succulent crab. Quel Domage, what a loss. Here we go, in the sauce. Now some flour I think just a dab. Now I stuff you with bread. Don't worry, 'cause you're dead! And you're certainly lucky you are. 'Cause it's gonna be hot in my big silver pot! Tout-aloo mon poisson. Au revoir!
Driving that train, high on cocaine, domo is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time, Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine, Hits River Junction at seventeen to, At a quarter to ten you know it's travlin' again. Driving that train, high on cocaine, domo is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble ahead, Lady in red, Take my advice you'd be better off dead. Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble with you is the trouble with me, Got two good eyes but you still don't see. Come round the bend, you know it's the end, The fireman screams and the engine just gleams...