Holy, Holy Mackerel
Holy, Holy Mackerel
Holy, Holy Mackerel
Holy, Holy Mackerel

He's bald on top
He's got an artificial hip
He's gonna take a hop
He's gonna take a trip
He's weak in the knees
And he can't find his keys
But put your hands together
'Cause he's here to please

He's a Flying Fishmonger (Flying Fishmonger)
He's a Flying Fishmonger (Death-defying wonder)
He's a Flying Fishmonger with nerves of steel
He's got an old blender motor
And a pair of wheels