“Miami Girl (Squish the Fish All Night)” Lyrics

Dave Lundy’s new song and video inspired by the book “Squish the Fish”, Bills Mafia, and Steel Panther.

Go Bills!

Well, I bet you never guessed
When you got to the game
You’d be smashing through tables
And feelin’ no pain
Your boyfriend’s in the parking lot
Searching for you
He’s gonna find you when I’m done
Covered in Buffalo goo

Ooooh, Miami girl got all sticky

Silicone titties
Tattoo near your beaver
Way down in South Beach
You’re a wide receiver
What’d you have to do
For that field-access pass
Cuz I found a Marino jersey
Stuffed up y’r ass

Come on, Miami girl
Squish the fish all night
Checkin’ out your tailgate
Sure hope it’s tight
Dolphins gonna lose
Yeah, you know I’m right
Oh Miami girl
Squish the fish all night

Yeah, that’s it
Aaah… deflate those balls, baby

Pinto Ron antics
In the Hammer Lot
I can’t wait to do a
Bowling ball shot
Wings ‘n Labatt
Is what they got
Only thing better
Is her mouth and her twat

Heyyy, who’s next ta fuck her
Whoa whoa

Come on, Miami girl
Squish the fish all night
Going to the Super Bowl
Bills ready to fight
Here comes a load-a blue cheese
It’ll taste alright
Oh Miami girl
Squish the fish all night

All around the league
There’s a hundred billion wacko chicks
Just — Like — You
Hungry for Mafia to screw
That’s right

(Guitar Solo)

Come on, Miami girl
Squish the fish all night
Shotgun a beer
Your skill’s outta sight
Would ya like some face paint
Yeah, I thought you might
Oh Miami girl
Squish the fish all night

Come on, Miami girl
Squish the fish all night
Zubaz’d in your end zone
Much to your delight
Dolphins gonna lose
Ya know I’m right
Oh Miami girl
Squish the fish all night

Come on, Miami girl
Squish the fish all night
Going to the Super Bowl
There’ll be no wide-right
Victory parade in Buffalo
The party’ll ignite
Oh Miami girl
Squish the fish all night

Come on, Miami girl
Squish the fish all night
Yeah…

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Dave Lundy

Dave Lundy was born a devious prankster, raised in Chenango Bridge, NY (where?), and voted Class Clown in high school. While attending the University at Buffalo, he minored in English and majored in partying. After graduating college and working in Buffalo, he followed his girlfriend west to Las Vegas (alas, she wasn’t a stripper) and eventually on to California. When their cross-country fairytale came to an end, he moved to San Francisco where he’s known as "the drinker with a writing problem." While Dave’s crazy adventures are often the spark of his hilarious stories, it’s his clever imagination that takes them over-the-top.

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