The Cat Empire - Fishies download song

Song Lyrics

As if to pray to the gods of the festival, and the night she looked so fine to me, and so tie me to the mast i must believe
she waves for everybody down on the floor
And i followed the sound of music, i left the house left the room with the foxy on my back
And there we were in the depths of the wild below, welcome fishies to my hook, she whispered wait for the trumpet s call
And i must admit she felt so alive, and my supplies in a magic pack, she whispered wait for the trumpet s call
Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack, and in the jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced
i left the house left the room with the foxy on my back

Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology, welcome fishies to my hook
And there we were in the depths of the wild below, and there we were in the depths of the wild below The, still i kept the sight of my desire
It s not exactly love it s to adore, and the night she looked so fine to me
Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology, her face so close i could taste the distant shores
i salute to the champions on the wall
I salute to the champions on the wall, and i must admit she felt so alive Empire, and i must admit she felt so alive
I said wow didi didi how those hips they shook, she whispered wait for the trumpet s call, it s not exactly love it s to adore

And i must admit she felt so alive, she waves for everybody down on the floor
I said wow didi didi how those hips they shook, i salute to the champions on the wall, i said wow didi didi how those hips they shook
and i followed the sound of music
i salute to the champions on the wall
And my supplies in a magic pack, welcome fishies to my hook
And the night she looked so fine to me, i said wow didi didi how those hips they shook Cat, her face so close i could taste the distant shores
And so tie me to the mast i must believe, and the tiny chefs they waved their giant knives The, and the dark goumas they flicked dynamite

as if to pray to the gods of the festival
Eye patch tongue ring little black book, inside i heard the trumpets call Fishies, and in the jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced