Once upon a time in the days of yore
When the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore
There was an old geezer with his teeth to the curb
He had a hook and a line and a sinker and a worm
Slept in a city that kissed the seashore
Woke with a bait and tackle store trip each morn'
Not a bother, not a lot to say
That is until you ask about the one that got a w-w-w-way
Like a tall tale, keep it rod and reel
With his arms streched out to define the kill
While the village always listened, believin it was different?
Out of eight million stories there was not a single witness
It was always at the last second when the line snapped
Or the boat broke in half from the size of the catch
Neither way, the document to prove that it exist
So the locals dismissed the big f-f-f-fish
Billygoat beard twenty years in the making
Carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders
Stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors
Carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature
Sat among the forest floor critters and pinecones
And tied a perfect fly with his eyes closed
Veteran angler on a mission to run
Make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues
Pale blue moon or firey orange glow
Red sky at dawn or rain, hail, sleet, snow
Black storm cloud with the barometric horrors
The weatherproof sportsman spins yards regardless
Laugh if you wanna but the dude ain't stupid
Let it roll off his back like drizzle off plumage
Walks with a twinkle in his eye
Like every dog has his day and today is m-m-m-mine
When the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore
There was an old geezer with his teeth to the curb
He had a hook and a line and a sinker and a worm
Slept in a city that kissed the seashore
Woke with a bait and tackle store trip each morn'
Not a bother, not a lot to say
That is until you ask about the one that got a w-w-w-way
Like a tall tale, keep it rod and reel
With his arms streched out to define the kill
While the village always listened, believin it was different?
Out of eight million stories there was not a single witness
It was always at the last second when the line snapped
Or the boat broke in half from the size of the catch
Neither way, the document to prove that it exist
So the locals dismissed the big f-f-f-fish
Billygoat beard twenty years in the making
Carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders
Stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors
Carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature
Sat among the forest floor critters and pinecones
And tied a perfect fly with his eyes closed
Veteran angler on a mission to run
Make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues
Pale blue moon or firey orange glow
Red sky at dawn or rain, hail, sleet, snow
Black storm cloud with the barometric horrors
The weatherproof sportsman spins yards regardless
Laugh if you wanna but the dude ain't stupid
Let it roll off his back like drizzle off plumage
Walks with a twinkle in his eye
Like every dog has his day and today is m-m-m-mine