Sushi Rock - Roger Chapman

There’s a slap bang party at the chicken shack

Even Bo Weevil’s got them little white packets

Put you foot in your mouth boy

Yak, yak, yak, yak, yackity yak

A little white lightening ain’t so frightening

It’s after comes the storm

And if a little raw stick make you sick

Then you been eating your sushi wrong

Well there’s somebody treadin' on my shoes

Good golly Miss Molly had too much booze

And the little red rooster keeps

Pop pop pop pop poppin' them blues

That thing you be smokin' it’s lookin' real weird

You say it’s cheaper than whiskey, cooler than beer

Just put my head in the oven and you’ll make

Sure I got nothin' to fear

Hey straight banana that one hit nanna

Ain’t goin' last too long

And if a little raw stick make you sick

Then you been eating your sushi wrong — sushi wrong

Go — go — go little sushi go

Go — go — go little sushi go

Go — go — go little sushi go

Go — go — go little sushi go