MUSSEL MAN ƒ D Am E F G Here he comes the mussel man, the mussel man, the mussel man Here he comes the mussel man, he's got fishy fingers Cockles mussels whelks and kippers, winkles oysters scampi fritters Been inside your mother's knickers, he's got fishy fingers All at sea for months with three men, scuppers full of salty seamen He did what he could to please them- he's got fishy fingers Captain Birds Eye- what a skipper, out at sea with all those nippers Mother's favourite babysitter- he's got fishy fingers Periwinkles shrimps and crabsticks, octopus that tastes like plastic He thinks hairy clam's fantastic- he's got fishy fingers Crabs and clams and cod and kippers, he's our salty sea dog skipper Hot fish yoghurt round his zipper- he's got fishy fingers There he goes, the mussel man, strong right arm, its muscle, man There he goes the mussel man, he's got fishy fingers. ©1998 The Macc Lads TRACK CHAT HORRID HUNDRED