Up this morning
Before the sun
Fixed me some coffee and a honey bun
Jumped in my pickup
gave her the gas
I'm goin' out to catch a five pound ba**
Down by the lake side
Just off the ramp
All them people sleeping in their fishing camp
Some out in the pup tents
Some out on the gra**
They all be dreaming 'bout that five pound ba**
The early birdie always gets his worm
Me I always get my wish
When you're talking 'bout that five pound ba** son
The early wormy gets the fish
Jumped in my john boat
I stow my gear
I fire her up and when I am in the clear
I sail across that water
As smooth as gla**
Ready here I come you five pound ba**
I find a perfect spot
Some old dead trees
Back in a canyon where you cain't feel no breeze
I tie my lure
I make my cast
It's breakfast time you five pound ba**
That old sun is rising
That water is clear
I watch my lure as it's flying through the air
I see a ripple
I hear a splash
Lord have mercy, It's a five pound ba**
Spoken:
That's a five pound ba** son
Aw it's big as a god damned baby