Its beginning to smell a lot like fishbones
Everytime you throw;
Another idea in, the halfbakery bin,
With all the annotaters screaming, "no!".
Its beginning to smell a lot like fishbones,
Boos from every cor-,
ner of the bakery, along with the bones that will be
Signifying
your idea as poor.
A pair of floaty boots and a potato that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben;
Dolls that are upsidedown and some that allways frown
Is the hope of Janice and Jen;
And Everyone can hardly wait for work to start again.
Its beginning to smell a lot like fishbones
Everywhere you go;
Theres a black hole in the center of the universe,
one no matter how soon-you-curse,
The sturdy kind that doesnt mind the "no".
Its beginning to smell a lot like fishbones;
Soon the gongs will start,
And the thing that will make them ring is the crap that you
bring
well i guess its better than eating your own heart.
(Repeated)
Its beginning to smell a lot like fishbones
(fishbones)
fishbones
(fishbones)
fishbones