One day I had eight gold fish coming out my mouth One big black one landed in the palm of my left hand 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 I wondered where they were off to next and if I could tag along I promised I would take good care of themuntil the end, 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 I was roaming, roaming But I´m still roaming Prospero