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 day's 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 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 you'll smile

He'll say (“A bad day's 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.

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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 you'll smile

He'll say (“A bad day's 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 you'll smile

He'll say (“A bad day's fishing is good for your soul, 
so I decided to the end of your life”.)
And a bad days fishin' beats a good day's work,
And a bad days fishin' beats a good day's work,
And a bad days fishin' beats a good day's work 
everytime.