Well the fish ain't bitin' but the 'skeeters are,
Little buggers gone hidin', they don't wanna get caught,
Too nice a day to be dangle on the end of a line,
But a bad days fishin' beats a good days work everytime.
Little ole worm around a big ole hook,
He don't mind the water in this babbling brook,
Just swimmin' around an' havin' a flammin' good time,
He knows a bad days fishin' beats a good days work everytime.
Well a bad days fishin' ain't a bad day at all,
Just as long as you're a-wettin' the line,
When the man in the boat is a tallying up,
He gonna look down at you and youll smile
Hell say (A bad days fishing is good for your soul,
So I decided to the end of your life.)
And a bad days fishin' beats a good days work everytime.
Well the fish swim by and say to the worm,
Tell the fool up there, he's a-gonna get burned.
Sleeping in the sun like that mate, he's gonna fry,
He knows a bad days fishin' beats a good day's work everytime."
Well a bad days fishin' ain't a bad day at all,
Just as long as you're a-wettin' the line,
When the man in the boat is a tallying up,
He gonna look down at you and youll smile
Hell say (A bad days fishing is good for your soul,
So I decided to the end of your life.)
Hey! a bad day's fishin' beats a good days work everytime.
Well a bad days fishin' ain't a bad day at all,
Just as long as you're a-wettin' the line,
When the man in the boat is a tallying up,
He gonna look down at you and youll smile
Hell say (A bad days fishing is good for your soul,
So I decided to the end of your life.)
And a bad days fishin' beats a good days work,
And a bad days fishin' beats a good days work,
And a bad days fishin' beats a good days work everytime.