On the surface of the lake Thousand sunbeams playing their game The line is marking its own way Through the mirror of the day And the boat is gliding slowly Early in the morning glow The flash of silver will follow Is calling the green beast from below Soon its tail raises the mud The beast is ready for attack The reel screams the line begins to run And the struggle shall begin Bites the lure – a ma**ive bonehead Pulling hard – blending water In the boat – a firm man standing the fight is on – to hook the monster And with bu*ter it will be fried Gulped down with great desire But soon this tall and fairy man A fishbone in his throat he will fall Bites the lure – a ma**ive bonehead Pulling hard – blending water In the boat – a firm man standing The fight is on – to hook the monster