One day I had eight gold fish
Coming out my mouth
One big black, one landed in
The palm of my left hand
I wondered where they came from
Could they take me with them?
I wondered if they were gonna make me pros-pe-ro
(Intro)
I wondered where they were off to next
And if I could tag along
I promised I would take good care of them
Until the end
Did they come to save me from
Baked beans on toast galore?
Because it was getting such a bore in the place that I was roaming
(Ro-a-ming!
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming
Roamii-ing )
One day I had eight gold fish
Coming out my mouth
Onde big black, onde landed in
The palm of my left hand
I wondered where they came from
Could they take me with them?
I wondered if they were gonna make me pros-pe-ro
(Pros-pe-ro!
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero
AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero
Pros-pe-roooo-oh )