Fish & Chips Rock Riot

Well, well, Otters hit the stage, tails in the

air. Crowd's already hungry, we don't care. Drums are sizzling, guitars fry hot.

We're serving up the groove in a greasy spot. We want fish & chips,

oh yeah. Turn the amps up, fry it loud. Otters rocking through

the night. . Snack attack, we feed the crowd.

Oh, I'm bubbling like oil in the pan. Fans throw ketchup

packets, catch if you can. Lights flash golden, salt hits the

beat. Every crunchy riff is a tasty treat. We want fish