Adrian Belew - Fish Head

Yes, he was a fish head
His frontal lobe a retread
He rode a little motor scooter
They said he was a neuter
Tried to be a masher
He was a failure as a flasher
What made it most regrettable
He thought he was incredible

Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I’m a smooth operator, I’m a mood elevator
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
And look at me now

Yes, he was a fish...sandwich
Unfortunate case of brain damage
His modus operandi,
A burger and a french frie
His mother was a plumber
His father was a momur
He walked around a lot and took long naps

Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I’m a smooth operator, I’m a mood elevator
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
And look at me now
Here I come, hey, look at me now
I’m a stimulator, I’m a tax evader
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
And look at me now

Yes he was a fish head, as stable as a waterbed
For fear of pantaphobia he moved to ethiopia

Here I come, yeah, look at me now
I’m a stimulator, I’m a space invader
They always said I would be nothing but a fish head
And look at me now