| An oyster was a’travelling
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| Along the ocean road;
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| He’d been some time preparing,
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| And now he’d left the fold.
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| He was sick of being oysterized,
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| And he wanted to explode, to explode.
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| Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la,
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| La la la la la la la la.
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| He saw a pretty flying fish
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| And said if I could have one wish
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| I’d change into a flying fish,
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| And then I would be happy, yes I would.
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| Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la,
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| La la la la la la la la.
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| The flying fish came down to see
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| Just who had made this plea;
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| And seeing the poor oyster,
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| Said this cannot be.
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| An oyster has to stay inside,
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| And a flying fish must flee, all the time.
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| Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la,
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| La la la la la la la la.
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| As the oyster turned to go away,
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| The flying fish was heard to say,
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| «If I could find a place to stay,
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| I know I would be happy, yes I would.»
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| Ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la,
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| La la la la la la la la. |