Les Poissons

Les (C)poissons, les (Cmaj7)poissons, how I (C6)love les (C)poissons,

love to chop and to (C#dim)serve little (Dm7)fish.

First I (Dm)cut off their heads,

then I (Dm7)pull out their (G9)bones.

Ah mais (Dm7)oui, ca c'est (D#dim)toujours (C)delish.

(G7)Les (C)poissons, les (Cmaj7)poissons, hee hee (C6)hee,

hah hah (C)hah.

With the cleaver I (C7)hack them in (F)two.

I out what's (F#dim)inside and I (C)serve it up (A7)fried,

God, I (Dm7)love little (G7)fishes, don't (C)you?

Here's (Ab)something for (Eb7)tempting the (Ab)palate,

(Eb7)(Ab)prepared in the (Eb7)classic (Ab)technique.

First you (Cm)pound the fish flat with a (Cm7)mallet.

Then you (Eb)slash through the (Ebaug)skin,

give the (Eb6)belly a (Eb7)slice, (Eb)then you (Ab)rub some salt in 'cause that (G)makes it taste (G7)nice.

Sacre (C)bleu!

What is (Cmaj7)this?

How on (C6)earth could I (Cmaj7)miss such a (C)sweet little (C#dim)succulent (Dm7)crab.

(G7)Quel (Dm)dommage.

What a loss.

Here we (Dm7)go in the (G7)sauce.

Now some (Dm7)flour I (D#dim)think, just a (C)dab.

(G7)Now I (C)stuff you with (Cmaj7)bread.

It don't (C6)hurt 'cause you're (C)dead.

And you're certainly (C7)lucky you (F)are.

'Cause gonna be (F#dim)hot in my (C)big silver (A7)pot.

Toodle (Dm7)loo, mon (G7)poisson, au (C)revoir!