PIERRE 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