Well, Frankie’s dead. So it’s only fitting for a memorial song…. (and no, I didn’t eat my fish. eew)

Fish heads, fish heads. Roly poly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads. Eat them up yum.

In the morning laughing happy fish heads; In the evening floating in the soup

Ask a fish head anything you want to; They won’t answer they can’t talk

I took a fish head out to see a movie; Didn’t have to pay to get it in

They can’t play baseball they don’t wear sweaters; They’re not good dancers they don’t play drums

Roly poly fish heads are never seen drinking cappuccino in Italian restaurants with Oriental women … yeah.