Maintenance Plan (Catalog Goldfish)

"Yeah, I got her from a catalog..." "The neighbors think she's mail-order... but they don't see the scales." He’s five-foot-three, walking with a shuffle A little bald man in a suburban scuffle But she’s a six-foot dream, a neon sight Walking 'round the garden in the pale moonlight "How’d a guy like that get a bride so sweet?" "Must be a catalog, must be a trade" "A paper-thin beauty that he had custom-made." The town is in shock, the whispers are loud He’s walking on air, she’s floating on a cloud. She’s a catalog goddess, a tall drink of water But she isn't some farmer's beautiful daughter! She’s got the smile and the golden hair But there’s something fishy in the atmosphere! Nobody knows why she loves that man... But he’s the only one with the maintenance plan! She doesn't eat bread, she doesn't drink tea Just stares at the glass, longing to be free When the sun goes down and the curtains are tight She unzips the skin, steps out of the light A high-tech shell, a bio-machine The prettiest cyborg that you’ve ever seen. "Honey... the filters are making that noise again." YO! Check the biology, check the anatomy She’s a goldfish trapped in a human academy! Intergalactic carp in a supermodel suit And the little man's the one who has to reboot the boot! He’s cleaning the filters, he’s changing the oil Keeping her soul from hitting the soil! Three-second memory, swimming in a daze But he’s the only one who can navigate the maze! Six-foot fish... fancy disguise... "Don't forget the flakes, babe..."