Yeah i'm going on a tour
I'm looking for my lure
I gotta find my hat
My sunglasses and my blue igloo cooler
Can't forget my fishing pole
Because i'm fishing
Fishing for a fillet of soul
I've gotta be where i've got to be
Can't catch no fish i'm not in the sea
With glee,yipee skippy
Here fishy,fishy,fishy,fishy

I'm on the boat so don't you know
You've gotta let go of the nets
That you hold in your hand
There's nothing of worth from the sand
Just a tire,some boots,and a rusted can
Hip hop on the boat and i'll show you how
To be fishers of man
To be or not to be
That is the question
Yes indeed well
Here they come
I can see those little fishies swimming in now

Cast it out (3x)
Reel it in (3x)
Cast it out (3x)
Reel it in (3x)
Cast it out (3x)
Reel it in (3x)