It is what it is, the fish on the table
But the fish is dead, help fish in distress

He has blue scales & he sees
Anemone where he lives in the Pacific
He has many friends who want to be like the big ones
Because the world is huge
He would have loved to have his own children
But you have children at 30
But then the net came so quickly
& so quietly & his life was over

Fishy, Mr. Fishy
The bad men, yes, they put you in the ice
Fishy, Mr. Fishy
You lie on the plate next to the carrots
& radishes because it is

It is what it is, the fish on the table
But the fish is dead, help fish in distress

It is what it is, the fish on the table
But the fish is dead, help fish in distress

All of the family are now gathered
Their son, he is gone
His room is still the same old
Pictures hanging by the corals
They would have loved to hold him one more time
And say that they are proud
But then comes the wooden thing & takes their
Dreams & they see how it swims away
Fishy, Mr. Fishy we didn't think you
Would leave us on a Tuesday fishy, Mr. Fishy
You are no longer here
But your scent is still in your dish because it is

It is what it is, the fish on the table
But the fish is dead, help fish in distress

It is what it is, the fish on the table
But the fish is dead, help fish in distress

Nana nanana it is what it is
Nana nanana the fish on the table
Nana nanana it is what it is
Nana nanana the fish on the table

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