I can't stop this reeling on the deep blue sea.
Twirlin' round, the line's unspooling, dizzyingly.
Hard to hold pole when a Marlin fights;
Let the line troll till a big one bites.

I've hooked one; I'm reeling;
My line is squealing; it's no landlubber, me.

Fish can make your hands weak as they play on that line.
Percodan! I'm hurting! Let me sup on anodyne.
My back's a kyphotic curl, and I sure need a cure;
Still I get piscine kicks, tricking with a lure.

They're a good lunch when they are deboned;
When you cut, ascertain knife is honed.

I've hooked one; I'm reeling
And I'm really feeling that lozenge lullin' me.

(sole-o)

There's a good lurch, and I am "dethroned";
Forgot safety cinch 'cause I was stoned.

Please hook me, I'm keeling
And I think I'm feeling Marlin lungin' at me.