Mister Fish, you’re a dish and a dream to every solo mother
Hangin’ round, cruisin’ town, looking for her perfect lover.
She’s going fishing tonight
In the silver moonlight
I hope you’re feeling alright, Mister Fish.
Mister Fish, make a wish on that star there with your name on it
Written by some guy that died when he tried to pen the perfect sonnet.
He’s going fishing tonight
In your falling star light
I hope you’re well out of sight, Mister Fish.
You washed up on the beach one night
And saw that there was more to life
Now you’re selling seashells for a song, Mister Fish.
Mister Fish, what’s the hitch, why don’t you just go to her?
She hooked your heart, that’s the start, she’s your solitary cure.
You’re going fishing tonight
In the rising love light
It’s gonna be alright, Mister Fish.
"White Pine" words and Music by Timothy Soden-Groves, hereby donated to the Public Domain. No Rights Reserved. "Just Like in Your Town" video by Diane and Timothy Soden-Groves, also hereby donated to the Public Domain. No Rights Reserved. Power to the hearts of the people!