Malt and Cod spun on a spoon
By my father in our living room
Smeared in his beard and rubbed in the wool
On the front of his jumper
Oh the malty fish flavour, furled around the tongue of my mind
Embedded in buds of taste
Oh I'll not forget, I'll not forget
That malty fish flavour
Syrup sweet, the malt and cod
Warming in the brown jar on the hob
My face in the flask, so many years past
Brought back by that strange sweet snack
If I could only catch, the image of you swirling that spoon
And remember only that
Then I'd not forget, I'd not forget
And my memories might be sweeter
Oh the malty fish flavour, furled around the tongue of my mind
Embedded in buds of taste
Oh I'll not forget, I'll not for forget
That malty fish flavour
