Salmon or goldfish?

Last night, while rummaging through the tons of badly scratched CDs that I keep on burning and not taking care of, I came across one of my favourite Ani DiFranco tunes.

And a few verses into the song came the part about me:
"They say goldfish have no memory
I bet their lives are much like mine
In their little plastic castles
There's a surprise every time
It's hard to say if they're happy
but they don't seem much to mind.

Yee-haw!"

Relistening to this song has left me very confused. I think we can say pretty safely that I'm a fish, but what kind of a fish am I, Salmon or goldfish?

(Hardy har har! <-- kind of like the laughing cues they have in comedy shows but dripping with sarcasm.)

(He insults himself in his blog.)