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No matter what the others say
The PBs think he's God
He gives his blessing chewing on
A chunk of battered cod...
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The Bish, the Bish, he likes the taste of fish !
Whether cod or hake or conger eel
That's his favourite dish!
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No matter what the others say
The PBs think he's God
He gives his blessing chewing on
A chunk of battered cod...
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Our Bishop is a connoisseur;
At each fraternal meal
He hangs a bib around his neck
And gobbles jellied eel...
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When our Bishop goes to war
With mace or sword or club,
He's feeling famished afterwards
And so he dines on chub...
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When he weilds his hungry sword
His enemies do quake
And if his weapon lets him down
He'll batter them with hake...
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When the brethren gravely err
He brings 'em back on track:
He sends 'em out with nets and jars
To catch some stickleback...
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And when the beer is running low,
And sheep have gone astray,
The PB bothers not one wit
But gobbles manta-ray...
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The table's set, the meats arranged
The Bishop has said grace;
But Hatfield has a special dish:
It's gently sauteed dace...
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Don't let him near the goldfish bowl:
He's worse than the neighbour's cat!
He'll have for entree whitebaits whole
And finish off with sprat...
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The list is endless: salmon, trout,
Perch and plaice and sole...
And if you gave him half a chance
He'd eat the whole darned shoal!
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And if you think this song is fishy
The problem's hardly mine:
The Bishop got the whole idea
Doing sixty-nine!
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So that is why he wears a skirt
Insisting he's called Mandy:
'Cos when he gets that taste of fish
It makes him rather randy!
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