Some old guy told me about this secret spot
Where they jump in the boat before they get caught
You won’t find a more perfect day
Life is too short hey what do you say
I’ll be right over with the truck and the boat
She’s a little leaky but she still floats
I’ll pick up the beer and the worms and the grubs
We’ll stop at ralph’s for italian subs
Chorus:
We’re going fishing we just can’t wait
We love the smell of stinky bait
Leaky boats, waders too, a cooler full of ice cold brew
Reel ‘em in, watch ‘em flop, i love to fish i just can’t stop
When this fishing trip is through
I’ll bet i have more fish than you
I’ll bet i have more fish than you

This road is rough and we’re beating the truck
Bogged to the axles in three feet of muck
Two flat tires and just one spare
Riding on the rim but we don’t care
We find the lake and we see ‘em jump
We push out the boat and i trip on a stump
I hooka big one as i fall in
He slaps my nose with a big tail fin

(repeat chorus)

My line is tangled and my feet are wet
Got a hook in my ear and a hole in my net
The boat starts sinking and i lose an oar
Rowing in a circle trying to make it to shore
Standing in the water up to my chin
With a tangled line and a stupid grin
I feel so sad when the fishing trip ends
I just can’t wait to go fishing again