“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…

Wait! There’s a “Squish the Fish” Song?!

The lyrics below are from the funny and catchy song “Squish the Fish (feat. Sticky)”. It accompanies the hilarious novel “Squish the Fish: A Tale of Dating and Debauchery” by Dave Lundy.

When I first saw her, I grabbed my fishing pole.
She gave me that look, ta slip it in her waterhole.
Advance down her field, ta penetrate that vertical line.
No block below the waist, and now it’s time to dine.

(Chorus)
Oh girl from Miami, there’s one thing I gotta do.
For this boy from Buffalo, it all ain’t nothin’ new.
Inhale your ocean breeze, goddamn it smells dee-lish.
Time ta do my favorite thing and, squish, squish, squish the fish.

Entering your end zone, you’re as excited as me.
Your eyes rolled back so far, no way ya can possibly see.
Excessive celebration flags, the refs just made the calls.
Yeah, yeah, caress me there, and deflate my balls.

(Chorus)
Oh girl from Miami, there’s one thing I gotta do.
For this boy from Buffalo, it all ain’t nothin’ new.
Was it good for you, to fulfill my wish?
Ya want me ta do it again? Ta squish, squish, squish the fish.

It was great at first, couldn’t imagine nothin’ better.
Got soaked in a hurricane, and you were much, much wetter.
Tired of dolphin-free tuna, at your tailgate party.
Hey, there goes a school-a snapper, I don’t wanna be tardy.

(Chorus)
Oh girl from Miami, there’s one thing I gotta do.
For this boy from Buffalo, I’m off to catch something new.
Don’t care what her name is, don’t matter if it’s Trish.
My clock’s at high-noon ta, squish, squish, squish the fish.
Squish, squish, squish the fish.
Squish, squish, squish the fish.
Squish, squish, squish that fish.
Squish, squish, squish the fish.

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