From the recording Blowfish for Breakfast
Music and lyrics by Che Prasad
Performed by the Shark Alley Hobos
Cover art by Smokey Joe (aka Ken Jacobs)
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Bellboy Recording Studio, Richmond, CA
El Che Records 2019
Lyrics
Blowfish for Breakfast
What’s this I’m eating
Can you tell me please?
In English dear Sir
I don’t speak Japanese
Will it give me the mud butt
Or some rare disease
What’s this I’m eating,
Can you tell me please?
Blowfish for breakfast
That’s fugu you’re told
Drop of its poison
You’ll never grow old
Never pay taxes
Never sell ‘em your soul
Blowfish for breakfast
You’ll never grow old
Tastes just like chicken
I know that sounds dumb
My lips I’d be licking
But they have gone numb
A tingle, a tickle
It’s really not bad
A man with a frown
Asks how many I’ve had
Blowfish for breakfast
That’s fugu you’re told
Drop of its poison
You’ll never grow old
Never pay taxes
Never sell ‘em your soul
Blowfish for breakfast
You’ll never grow old
Years to learn how
Too late for that now
You’re dying
What’s that strange sensation?
An endless vacation?
You’re flying
Can’t seem to breathe
But it was quite delish
Not a great white
But one hell of a fish
Tetrodotoxin
Will soon paralyze
Blowfish for breakfast
Will be my demise
Blowfish for breakfast
That’s fugu you’re told
Drop of its poison
You’ll never grow old
Never pay taxes
Never sell ‘em your soul
Blowfish for breakfast
You’ll never grow old
What’s this I’m eating
Can you tell me please?
In English dear Sir
I don’t speak Japanese