| With the electronic bait
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| Man, his nuclear fission
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| And the fish on his line
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| Is bigger in his mind
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| Than the reality of the reel
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| He has to reel it in
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| You shouldn’t-nuf bit fish
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| Last one to get away
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| Is the catch of the day
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| You shouldn’t-nuf bit fish
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| You took the bait
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| It’s too late to pray
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| Now over you, they say the grace
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| Lord bless this fish
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| Bring on the chill
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| Don’t forget the spell
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| We bit the fish
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| Brother don’t be so quail
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| Heads or tails
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| We ate the fish
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| We ate the chill fifteen day
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| And don’t matter about who is fishin'
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| Draw attention
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| And then we take the bait
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| We got to carry the weight. |
| A long time
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| Carry the weight along time
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| A little baby waits
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| With a line attached to his mind
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| And a hook in his behind
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| Who do you suppose will bite
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| Like the fishman night
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| Are you sleek, are you sly, are you stoned
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| Or are you fishin' for a song
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| All these smelly fishy ain’t fish
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| Oh somebody said «fish it’s brain food»
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| Well I’m thinkin' about caviar
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| Fish eggs on brain
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| Have a little sanity
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| Gonna raid your house
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| Saturday night fish fry
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| The Barracuda are still prime
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| Do you suppose he will bite
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| With the line attached to his mind
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| And a hook in his behind
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| Put up a good fight
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| Gimme line, gimme line
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| Give him time
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| Last one to get away
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| Is the catch of the day
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| You shouldn’t-nuf bit fish
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| You took the bait
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| It’s too late to pray
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| Lord bless this fish |