Track 1 of the album Three Chords and a Bad Haircut · 2014
Won a Goldfish at the County Fair
“Three rings and a goldfish named after our bassist's ex. Proof that luck shows up when you stop caring.”
punk · skate punk · novelty punk · 2:52
Lyrics
Three throws, three rings, and the bottle went clink The guy in the booth said, no way, I think I've been losing since second grade Now there's a plastic bag swinging, a little orange flash Hold it up to the lights, it's the best thing I've had Better than every trophy I never got Hey, hey, look at me Winner of the whole damn fair I won a goldfish at the county fair Hands in the air, hands in the air Nobody told me I could win So I'm screaming it in the parking lot again I won a goldfish, name him Chuck Pure dumb luck, pure dumb luck Put him on the dashboard, take him home I'm a champion, leave me alone Rode the bus home with him on my knee Everybody staring, and it's fine by me Bought him a bowl and a castle too Fed him twice because I didn't know what to do My mom said that fish won't last the week I said watch me, I'm on a streak Hey, hey, look at me Winner of the whole damn fair I won a goldfish at the county fair Hands in the air, hands in the air Nobody told me I could win So I'm screaming it in the parking lot again I won a goldfish, name him Chuck Pure dumb luck, pure dumb luck Put him on the dashboard, take him home I'm a champion, leave me alone Small things, small things They count when you never win Small things, small things Let the whole world in I won a goldfish at the county fair Hands in the air, hands in the air Nobody told me I could win So I'm screaming it in the parking lot again I won a goldfish, name him Chuck Pure dumb luck, pure dumb luck Put him on the dashboard, take him home I'm a champion, leave me alone Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, Chuck Champion, champion, pure dumb luck