"Who'll have a fishy   On a little dishy?   Who will have a fishy   When the boat comes..."      And then he says   "With our glasses both raised in a toast   Let's sing for those in peril on the sea   Who cater ceaselessly   To thy every wish   With every fish   As fresh as fish can be   You see, I'm into my oysters   My king prawns and caviar   No matter how far away they are   I'll be there!"      And then she says,   "Now with our glasses both raised in this toast   Let's sing for those in peril on the sea   Who labour tirelessly   In their tiny boats   Off John O' Groats   Their socks soaked for me   You see, I do like my lobster   My hake, skate and rainbow trout   And if there's a fishy smell about   I'll be there! And then   And then we'll sing for those in peril on the sea...      Don't be frightened   Don't be scared   Chop off their heads   And little legs   Then peel away the shell   And open up your senses to the smell   The sound and colour   Touch and taste      Of crab, cod, clams and kippers   Scampi, squid, sole, shark and scallop   Winkles, whelks, whale and whiting   Seaweed, swordfish, sardines and sea urchin      Haddock, halibut, herrings and eel   Cockles, mussels, mackerel and veal   Pilchard, plankton, St Peter's fish and plaice   Octopussy jellyfishy   And dolphin's an aquired taste      "Who will have a fishy   On a little dishy?   I will have a fishy   When the boat comes in..."