The Fish and The Bike by Nathan Johnson
21 May 2005
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Its a beautiful night and you're up for a laugh a spectacular show,
then a friendly-filled gaff but the locals are vocal,
they head to the town so you follow them, hopeful,
but hope is cast down

With a night full of fighting and schoolboy panache
you escape the sure fate of an ego backlash
and you manage to slither back home to your bed dragging dreams,
crushed and battered, they're limping, half-dead.

"Where, oh where are the parties?"
Well, nowhere, it seems you despair to think they're just a well-polished dream
'cause you only see plastic, slick metal and bars populated by people who polish their cars.

Don't give up, little buckaroo, finish your quest
There are people who feel the same things you've expressed
If the state of the night-life is getting you down well,
cheer up, mate, there's hope, the hope's just underground.

Hark,
What's that happening
Who should appear
but a man with a plan, Winchy Dan Winch is here
Winchy inches by inch, inch by Winch, Winch by inch
'till he cobbles together a crowd in a cinch
Winch, he lynches the business from Bournemouth's best bars
while he pinches their pockets and clinches their cars.

Then he smiles
with a shrug
and says
"Come back to ours!"

There's a party afoot, all invited
(at least if they're quality... better that, than quantities)

But the quantities came, by the droves they came out
and the people were happy, ecstatic - they shouted
out loud the crowds shouted, but barely were heard
'cause the party had started with barely a word

Everybody showed up then, including the law
who came round seven times, but they liked what they saw
And the neighbors would too, if they got out of bed
(but loud music through pillows sounds bad in your head)

Anyway, it raged on, through the night till the dawn
and the partyers slept the next day on the lawn
then they cleaned up the place till it sparkled and shone
They came round, made their sound, cleared the ground, then were gone

And that pattern continued, the fish pedalled on

Now it pedals by day, and it pedals by dark
and it pedals through caves, through back gardens and parks
and it settles in places where parties come out
like a beach or a cave or an old opera house
spreading cheer (and cheap beer) from the back of his bike
the Fish hops on the stage and the Fish grabs the mic
and the Fish says "Hey Ladies.... this party, I LIKE!!!"

Tally-ho, boys, start playing
the girls wanna dance
spin the records - and somebody cue the next band
And when all hope is lost and you've wished your last wish,
don't lose hope, cause tonight,
we found bikes for the fish!