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	Pink Fish An old Alan Menken song written in his piano bar days. Lyrics and Music by Alan Menken When I first saw New York City I felt a weakness in my knees So I went to Kosher deli And asked for a ham and cheese No cheese? No ham? I guess I don't know where I am American as apple pie, Peanut butter and jam Well, I was gettin' desperate The hunger moved to my soul So I went next door to Ratner's And asked for a buttered roll The waitress suggested a bagel Or a biali with a shmear She said enjoy don't finagle Try it you'll like it dear She brough me pink fish On a big stale doughnut With a glob of cream cheese Sittin' on the side What is this pink fish Am I supposed to eat this You didn't even heat this I think it's still alive Then I tried my first audition For Fiddler on the Roof I saw the other actors there And thought I made a goof The beanie no beard, I guess I must of looked kind of weird But when I heard it was a religious show I was mighty cheered So I stolled into the tryout And sang amazing grace When I heard the director cry out And fall flat on his face When went splat, not crunch, You know I kinda had a hunch So I took a look and I was right, His face was in his lunch Which consisted of pink fish On a big stale doughnut With a glob of cream cheese Sittin' on the side They were all eating pink fish And it makes me go nuts I may have no guts But I got my pride A pastor came to visit I made gits and chicken fried steak Something was wrong, I said pastor what is it He said, son I need a break Take me to a jewish deli For corned beef and kanish I may have a Tennesse belly But I want a New York City dish Well, they tell me that I fainted I guess I could have passed for dead I said, oh lord please send me a sign He sent his son instead I dreamt I was following Jesus The people were coming in droves He said, try what my daddy had made to please And he took out the fishes and the loaves He was passing out Pink fish On a big stale doughnuts With a globs of cream cheese Sittin' on the side So I ate pink fish And it made me go nuts No if, ands, or buts I swallowed my pride Amazing Grace How sweet the taste That made a mench of me I once was lost But I found my pride 'Cause I fixed my pink fish Southern fried