The Fishmonger’s Daugther
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger
To pull on my horn as it rises in the morn
For 'tis naught, but bad luck to fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born a hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
For 'tis naught, but bad luck to fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born a hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger
To pull on my horn as it rises in the morn
For 'tis naught, but bad luck to fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born a hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger
To pull on my horn as it rises in the morn
For 'tis naught, but bad luck to fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born a hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
For 'tis naught, but bad luck to fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born a hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger
To pull on my horn as it rises in the morn
For 'tis naught, but bad luck to fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born a hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho
The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger
Writer/s: Sonya Belousova; Giona Ostinelli
