SEAFARING PSYCHOANALYSTS OF THE DEEP FOR FASHERMEN

Oh how perty the fash are today
Hope my underwater camera got 'em
They wiggle and open their craws so big
Feels good to git mah lahn and hook 'em

Wigglin' critters stabbed by a hook
Yanked out of their ocean wahd
Ah stick a hunderd dollar bill in its gill
And throw 'im back to dah

CHORUS
Wow man, that's a lot of fun
Beats lyin' on a couch and talkin' 'bout my mum
Wow man, Ah love to hook them worms
Beats kissin' my psychiatrist and gettin' all his germs

Got a whale of a boat for them tuna
Can't wait to go out on the poop
Billy Bob and Eric 'll bring the Bud
And them tuna will run the group