One the surface of the lake Thousand sunbeams playing their game The line marking its own way Through the mirror of the day
And the boat is gliding slow 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 beings to run And the struggle shall begin
Bites the lure a massive bonehead Pulling hard Blending water In the boat a firm man standing The fight is one to hook the monster
And with butter 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 massive bonehead Pulling hard blending water In the boat a firm man standing The fight is one to hook the monsterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
