Goldfish
Stranded on this forsaken island
goldfish, goldfish
How could I forget ,
goldfish, goldfish
will I ever see your baked, cheesy face again
cheddar, parmesan, pizza, pretzel, sour cream and onion
I have it all, shoes, shirt, pants and socks,
matches, wood, food, pots, pans, utensils, rope, fishing rod
But all my heart really desires, needs and yearns for ,
is my Baked snack crackers from pepperidge farm
Goldfish, Goldfish.
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