Songtext von Prospero

One day I had eight gold fish Coming out my mouth One big black, one landed in The palm of my left hand I wondered where they came from Could they take me with them? I wondered if they were gonna make me prospero I wondered where they were off to next And if I could tag along I promised I would take good care of them Until the end Did they come to save me from Baked beans on toast galore? Because it was getting such a bore in the place that I was roaming (Roaming! AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming... AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming... AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming... AaAaAaAaAaAaah, roaming... Roaming...) One day I had eight gold fish Coming out my mouth Onde big black, onde landed in The palm of my left hand I wondered where they came from Could they take me with them? I wondered if they were gonna make me prospero (Prospero! AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero... AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero... AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero... AaAaAaAaAaAaah, prospero... Prospero...)