Fred The Fish

And now's the moment at 5 to 3 a.m
For which you've chosen to deprive yourselves of sleep
Hello! Banana!
How d'ya do?
Oh, hand me me bowler and me guillotine
One banana sandwich and a bucket of tea
Abracadabra, on my cooly barterlee
Takes a bowl of soup to paint a picture like me
No doubt about it
Sometimes breakfast of a bloke I be
Smokin' on the tea leaves on me family tree
On my friend a-tweedledum and tweedledee
Lots of lovely badges on me old school knee cap
Oh, hand me a dahlia
We're going to Australia
Me life's been a failure
She's turned me down
Soon I'll be waltzin' on the old gold sand
Everything to lovely to understand
Oh, pass me the parsley and me ninety-nine chip
Ain't nothin' nasty gonna pass my lip
Oh, hand me a dahlia
I'm goin' to Australia
Me life's been a failure
She's turned me down
Soon I'll be waltzin' on the old gold sand
Everything too lovely to understand
Oh, pass me the parsley and me ninety-nine chip
Ain't nothin' nasty gonna pass my lip
Oh, give me sweet potato