Fishin’ Wit Fred – Da Yoopers – letras

20 yoopers in a pontoon boatDriven by my buddy mikeWe’re fishin’ out on the basinFor alligator walleye pikeEmil brought his tvAnd routie’s beagle fredHe’s too old to drive a rabbitSo he comes fishin’ with us insteadWe got lawn chairs a poker tableAn ice cold keg of beerWe’re loaded down with so much stuffMike can hardly steerChorus:20 yoopers in a pontoon boatFishin’ for moby dickDa wife she thinks i’m working& da boss he thinks i’m sickIt’s a perfect day for fishin’Drinking beer and telling liesIts a little bit like heavenWhen you’re fishin’ wit da guysMooch is showing dirty shirtThe proper way to castHe snags ole’ no neck by da earOf course nobody laughsDabber’s grilling venison steaksDa flames are three feet highHis fishing hat is smolderingBut it keeps away da fliesMungo’s on his fifteenth beerHe’s standing by da kegHe don’t know fred da beagleIs going on his leg(repeat chorus)A winnebago’s bobbing byIt looks like noah’s arkIts full of terrorists from ohioFishing for freshwater sharkThey say some fool forgot da plugTheir boat sank like a rockSo they launched da winnebagoIt beats fishin’ from da dockSo we all run up front to lookAnd da pontoon starts to sinkEverybody but fred da beagleEnds up in the drink(repeat chorus)