Eight Arms (And One's For Punching)

**Eight Arms (And One's For Punching)** **[Verse 1]** Down in the coral where the groupers hang There's an octopus with a right-arm bang Seven arms for swimming, camouflage, and art But the eighth one? Baby, that's the one with heart **[Pre-Chorus]** Scientists say it's "collaborative hunting" Nah — she just thinks that parrotfish is fronting **[Chorus]** PUNCH THE FISH! PUNCH THE FISH! Eight arms and a death wish She don't need a reason, she don't need a cause Just tentacle to face and a round of applause PUNCH THE FISH! PUNCH THE FISH! Calamari with an attitude If you're swimming near her reef tonight Brother, check your latitude **[Verse 2]** The angelfish said "what was that about?" She said "you were in my space" and knocked him out The scientists are filming, writing papers, taking notes She looked right at the camera and she punched a goby's throat **[Pre-Chorus]** They published it in Nature — no one could explain Why she keeps on slugging fish for zero personal gain **[Chorus]** PUNCH THE FISH! PUNCH THE FISH! Eight arms and a death wish She don't need a reason, she don't need a cause Just tentacle to face and a round of applause **[Bridge]** (spoken, deadpan, over quiet bass) Look. She's got three hearts. Nine brains. Blue blood. She could be doing anything. She chose violence. And honestly? Respect. **[Final Chorus]** PUNCH THE FISH! PUNCH THE FISH! Living on the reef like a cephalopod myth No bones, no spine, no remorse, no chill Just an octopus with a God-given skill PUNCH! THE! FISH! :octopus::boom::fish: