Some people make it and
Some people don't
Some people take it and
Some people won't

Now you've got everything
A girl could wish
Excepting one thing
I haven't seen any fish

So I'm slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Honey, watch me drown

Rubbing like strangers
In a filthy hole, come on, boy
Moist and expectant
Sardines in a bowl, come on, boy
Cut all their heads off
So they can breathe, come on

Somewhere in my baby's tunnel
I get lost and think I'll drown
Somewhere in my baby's tunnel
Lord I'm feel I'm goin' down

Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish
Slipping you the midnight fish

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Writer(s): Robyn Hitchcock