I snag a rock,
My line has snapped,
You better hope that when I get back the keg is tapped,
Right now my buddies are watching,
Can't help but perspire,
And obscenities are flyin',

If I could swim,
Underneath this boat,
Would I see a bunch of minnows laugh,
At my stupidity,
Or would I see bass and trout and mackerel,
Tuna, salmon and blowfish,
And eels and carp and halibut,
Some sandfish and some swordfish,

Something just nibbled on my line,
Well it was well worth all my time,
Close second to football,
And playing pictionary!
Oh yeah!

Fancy bait,
And how-to books,
How many fishies can you fit upon a hook-end?
Wearing rubber boots and a wide-brimmed hat,
Sometimes truth gets stranger than fishin'!

In my cabin 'round the corner,
There's a tackle box and porno,
The beer is with my best friend Jack,
And I'll never get it back,
There's no little kids and no family and there's infinite Kraft Dinner,
It's the one place where God don't mind if you're the biggest sinner,

I think my boat has sprung a leak,
I am too frustrated to speak,
Whose job was it to steer?
Away from rocks so pointy?
Oh yeah!

Worms are in the sack,
You left them back?
Right now you're setting yourself up for an attack,
I wanna know how this thing cracked,
Sometimes truth gets stranger than fishin'!

This is the crappiest trip,
I'll ever take,
I sat on a hook,
We're sleepin' on cots,
Burnt down the dock,
The meals are worse than I could have ever dreamed up!

Sometimes truth gets stranger than fishin'!