I'm Cooking Fugu

I'm cooking fugu, the fish that blow.
They think I'm cuckoo-my friends who know:
If you broil this fish, you are deranged.
Because that fugu
Can make you slain.

What ship and crew'd bring
This damn thing here?
If it is moving,
They'll get a spear.

In the sound, fishing,
They lured their game.
They're hooking fugu,
And that's a shame.

Guy, tell me guy
That you won't eat it, right?!
Shove out that nasty tidbit; make it disappear from your sight.

Go sink those ugly
Scales in the bay.
Stay toxic drug-free
And live today.

That sickening fish
Belongs down there
Don't cook that fugu-
It's just blow fare.

Guy, tell me guy
That you won't eat it, right?!
Shove out that nasty tidbit; make it disappear from your sight.

I won't cook fugu, the fish that blow.
I am not cuckoo-I'm in the know:
I will throw this fish right down the drain.
And cook a new stew
Made from cow brain.