My buddies tell me to get my hook baited;
they needn’t tell me—I’m ready to run
to the boat’ aft, cast line over the side.
I like the fishin’ life.

I go out with friends; our wives are appalled
at how much we spend on the gear we haul.
Lovin’ to measure our catch with delight.
I like the fishin’ life.

My buddies love me when I fill my creel up.
It’s stuffed when our angling day is all done.
Open the cooler and drink some Coors Lite.
I like the fishin’ life.

I go with my friends home with a huge haul.
My wife don’t amend the fact she’s appalled.
Dumps piscine treasure into a trash site.
She ain’t a fisher wife.