Lyrics

Fred the fish was a different kind of fish
With an ambitious wish on his bucket list
A curious guy, he looked up at the sky
And said, one day I’m gonna fly

Half fish half dinosaur he dared to ask for more
Not just meant to swim, but also born to soar
To see what he could see, to seek new world’s boldly
To make history in ichthyology

Did he jump for joy; was he trying to get high
Was he looking for an answer, a fish wishing he was dry
200 million years they’ve jumped and we still wonder why
Some kind of secret fishy mission when the sturgeon fly

When Thelma Sue’s boss got her goat
She loved to float down the Suwannee in her boat
It was near the end of May on that fateful day
She was just minding her own way

It all happened so fast in the blink of an eyelash
The surface broke but she never heard the splash
Then with a mighty SPLAT Fred landed in her lap
She broke three ribs and got whiplash

Did he jump for joy? Was he trying to get high?
Was he looking for an answer, a fish wishing he was dry?
200 million years they’ve jumped and we still wonder why.
Some kind of secret fishy mission when the sturgeon fly.

When sturgeon fly some kind of flashy fishy fling
When sturgeon fly it’s like Moby Dick with wings
Scaly astronauts shootin’ across the sky
Because it’s up there they just have to try

Whatever’s urging sturgeon remains a mystery
With its roots dug deep in an ancient history
When reptiles ran amok long before such rotten luck
When Thelma Sue - OOPS - forgot to duck.

Did he jump for joy? Was he trying to get high?
Was he looking for an answer, a fish wishing he was dry?
200 pounds of flying fish falling from the sky
Some kind of secret fishy mission when the sturgeon fly.
Way up high.
Some kind of secret fishy mission when the sturgeon fly.