Blue Igloo Cooler - Silage

Yeah, I’m going on a tour

I’m looking for my lure

I gotta find my hat

My sunglasses and my blue igloo cooler

Can’t forget my fishing pole

Because I’m fishing

Fishing foe fillet of soul

I’ve got to be where I’ve got to be Can’t catch no fish if I’m not in the sea

With glee, yipee skippy

Here fishy, fishy, fishy

I’m in the boat do don’t you know

You’ve got to let go of the nets

That you hold in your hand

There’s nothing of worth from the sand

Just a tire, some boots, and a rusted can

Hip hop on the boat and I’ll show you how

To be fishers of man

To be or not to be That is the question

Yes, indeed, well

Here they come

I can see those little fishies swimmin’in now

Cast it out, cast it out, cast it out now

Reel it in, reel it in, reel it in now