Jenny's bed is nailed to the floor Black dog, tumble-weed, white dress Play whistley wireless happy Fireworks under her pillow Cold girl and deadness Can you cross your heart? Jenny played the wireless Black dog, white dress Hand holding with her wireless Kind whistling on when she passed From this world off into the next They were all stuck in a Really small wood boat To perish on the sea And then one, one of the sailors Pulled up the plug And put it in a bucket And all water, sea water, came in the boat And a fish by accident came in And flipped out again by using its fin The water coming in looked like a spout And would make them perish And then with red fire Coming out from his gills Came Action Fish, and was made of metal And cut through the waves At one hundred miles an hour Faster than a torpedo Red fire coming out from his gills And jumped into the sky And shoved a bung into the hole in the boat And sped off Cutting through the waves One hundred miles an hour Faster than a torpedo Red fire coming out from his gills