Chum chummery, chum chummery, chum chum, chummy.
When you're baiting shark, you're in chad company.
Chum chummery, chum chummery, chum chummy goo;
this stuff will rub off, but the smell sticks to you.
You won’t want to kiss your girl, who will go “Euw!!”

Over the water the chum must be strung.
Hold your breath, or the miasma’s in your lungs.
At the very least it will cause you to choke.
Into this foul “poke” your hands have to poke.
Chum chummery, chum chummery, chum chum, chummy.
When you're baiting shark, you're in [sand] dab company .
Chum chummery, chum chummery, chum chummy goo;
this pong can rub off…slather lemons on you.

Slop it right over the side, and then do
a scan to see if fins come into view.
If you don’t see some, some more must be hurled
onto the surface of that aqueous world.
If the sharks swarm, just be sure when they bite
your hands from the area quickly took flight.
Or, as the Brits say, could be for you tough shite!
Needless to say, you wouldn’t want your toes
to dangle overboard to where the chum flows.

Stump-stump-stumpy stump-stump-stumpy stump-stump-stumpy.
If you’re bait for shark you will be unlucky.
You’ll be the unhappiest of the crew,
’cause stumpy you’ll be; chum were fingers and toes too.