At a fairground in torquay
my fishmonger father won for me
A goldfish of the finest hues of
yellows, greens and pastel blues
And so it was a plastic bag
The pikey burst it with a fag
A nearby train he went away
I don't like goldfish anyway
lalala lalala
lalala lalala
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lalala lalala
At a fairground in south sea
my fishmonger mother won for me
A goldfish of the finest hues of
yellows, greens and pastel blues
And so it was a plastic bag
The pikey burst it with a fag
A nearby train in front he flew
and there went goldfish number two
pikey killed my goldfish
pikey killed my goldfish
pikey killed my goldfish
he killed it with a fag
fish I never seen again it
changed my life when I was ten
the pikey, got away scot free
perhaps the fish went to the sea
lalala lalala
lalala lalala
lalala lalala
lalala lalala
pikey killed my goldfish
pikey killed my goldfish
pikey killed my goldfish
he killed it with a fag
pikey feed my goldfish
pikey feed my goldfish
pikey feed my goldfish
feed it with a fag