Harold is my fish and he lives in his bowl
A lot of people have fed him but he's really only my fish
He's got some leaves and some pebbles in his bowl
There's some water in there, but really it's only his plants
Harooooooold where you wanna go?
Harooooooold will you bring your bowl?
Harold builds his nest, he bubbles all day
Then when it's built he washes it away
He's turquoise blue, got a veil for a tail
He's familiar with Marx, but doesn't subscribe to any particular economic theory
Harooooooold where you wanna go?
Harooooooold will you bring your bowl?
Harold lives by my window, and sometimes gets some sun
It's mostly the plants, but I like to think he likes it too
He hovers around, and listens to Tom Waits
He likes a lot of his albums, so he'd be hard pressed to pick just one
Harooooooold where you wanna go?
Harooooooold will you bring your bowl?
When Harold sees me around he thinks it's time to eat
He snaps up his pellets from the surface of his sea
But sometimes he questions, the sustainability of his food
But not enough to really actually change anything about his consumption habits
Harooooooold where you wanna go?
Harooooooold will you bring your bowl?