Who can always tell the winner of a game?
And has tentacles of elegance and fame?
Would he ever really know just how I feel?
I can’t go back to my man
Start tomorrow inside a fish tank

Like the shellfish he takes from the box
In his arms
Is where I belong, I’ll be never alone
Paul! Paul! One arm always to spare
Wipe the ink off my face
Please be mine

But my Paulie doesn’t really have a clue
Or know just what to him I wanna do
I could wrap myself in tentacles for days
But I’m afraid it’s in vain
Now my Paulie is moving to Spain!

Like the mussels he takes from the box
In his arms
Is where I belong, I’ll be never alone
Paul! Paul! One arm always to spare
Wipe the ink off my face
Please be mine

Paul, let’s go back to before
‘Cause you got me in tears on the floor

You’re the fish smell that’s now in my box
In your arms
Is where I belong, I won’t manage alone
Paul! Paul! Keep your paws off that squid
You are mine!