Gentle Johnny, he'll be drunk tonight
You can set your clock by his appetite
He says young romance might be OK
But I'll still love her when we're old and gray

Dead fish on Friday
Straight from the net
Dance the Fandango
Covered in sweat

On Saturday they sweep the streets
Clotheslines full of clean white sheets
Market stalls and old brown hands
Guitars playing along the strand

They're singing

Dead fish on Friday
Swim to the skies
Drinking 'til dawn
With mud in our eyes

Sleepy old Sundays in the back of the church
Children are singing in starched white shirts
Someone is snoring, the preacher is boring
The light from the windows dances and swirls

Dead fish on Friday
Broiled in the heat
Dead fish on Friday
Dance to the beat

She always looks so good to me
One more night , and we'll be free
Down on the dock with a hole in my boat
Bananas and rum gonna' keep her afloat

Dead fish on Friday
Are singing this song
Set sail by morning
Soon we'll be gone
We'll be gone