Monty Python - Fish licence lyrics

Praline: (whistles a bit, then) Hello. I would like to buy a fish license, please Postal clerk: A what? Praline: A license for my pet fish, Eric Clerk: How did you know my name was Eric? Praline: No, no, no! My fish's name is Eric. Eric fish. He's an halibut Clerk: What? Praline: He is an halibut Clerk: You've got a pet halibut? Praline: Yes, I chose him out of thousands. I didn't like the others, they were all too flat Clerk: You must be a loony Praline: I am not a loony. Why should I be tarred with the epithet 'loony' merely because I have a pet halibut? I've heard tell that Sir Gerald Nabarro has a pet prawn called Simon - you wouldn't call him a loony! Furthermore Dawn Pathorpe, the lady show jumper, had a clam called Stafford, after the late chancellor. Alan Bullock has two pikes, both called Chris, and Marcel Proust had an 'addock! So if you're calling the author of 'A la recherche de temps perdu' a loony, I shall have to ask you to step outside! Clerk: All right, all right, all right. A license? Praline: Yes! Clerk: For a fish Praline: Yes! Clerk: You *are* a loony Praline: Look, it's a bleeding pet, isn't it? I've got a license for me pet dog Eric, I've got a license for me pet cat Eric Clerk: You don't need a license for your cat Praline: I bleedin' well do and I've got one! Can't be caught out there! Clerk: There is no such thing as a bloody Cat license Praline: Yes there is Clerk: No there isn't Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: Is! Clerk: Isn't! Praline: What's that then? Clerk: This is a dog license with the word 'dog' crossed out and 'cat' written in, in crayon Praline: Man didn't have the right form Clerk: What man? Praline: The man from the cat detector van Clerk: The loony detector van, you mean Praline: Look, it's people like you what cause unrest Clerk: What cat detector van? Praline: The cat detector van from the Ministry of Housinge Clerk: Housinge? Praline: It was spelt like that on the van. I'm very observant. I never seen so many bleedin' aerials. The man said their equipment could pinpoint a purr at four hundred yards, and Eric being such a happy cat was a piece of cake Clerk: How much did you pay for this? Praline: Sixty quid and eight for the fruit-bat Clerk: What fruit-bat? Praline: Eric the fruit-bat Clerk: Are all your pets called Eric? Praline: There's nothing so odd about that. Kemel Attaturk had an entire menagerie called Abdul Clerk: No he didn't Praline: Did! Clerk: Didn't! Praline: Did, did, did, did, did and did! Clerk: Oh all right Praline: Spoken like a gentleman, sir. Now, are you going to give me a fish license? Clerk: I promise you that there is no such thing. You don't need one NB: The TV Version continues.....the album version continues below Praline: Then I would like a statement to that effect signed by the Lord Mayor (Fanfare of trumpets. Mayor gorgeously dressed with dignitaries enters flanked by trumpeters.) Clerk: You're in luck (In long shot now. The Mayor, who is nine foot high, and dignitaries approach a startled Praline. Organ music below a reverent voice over) ********** TV Version finishes - continuation of Album Version ********** Praline: In that case give me a bee license Clerk: A license for your pet bee Praline: Correct Clerk: Called Eric? Eric the bee? Praline: No Clerk: No? Praline: No, Eric the half bee. He had an accident Clerk: You're off your chump Praline: Look, if you intend by that utilization of an obscure colloquialism to imply that my sanity is not up to scratch, or even to deny the semi-existence of my little chum Eric the half bee, I shall have to ask you to listen to this. Take it away, Eric the orchestra-leader