Mr. bass man,
in water sinker’s plunkin’.
Mr. bass man,
your waders next are dunkin’.

You don’t seek the bream
that swim free in the sea,
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Mr bass man,
you’ve your creel along—
lotsa room, lotsa room
to store those fish, lotsa room.

Hey, Mr. bass man—
you’ve a hidden
favorite fishin’ hole. . .
bobber plops.

You give that pole a swing,
and the lead is sinkin’.
Or you might go
fly-y-y-y-y-y.

Hey, Mr. bass man,
I’m askin’ just one thing:
can you teach me
how to do that line fling?

’cause, Mr. bass man,
I wanna be a bass man too. . .
Cod? Not! Cod? Not!

Yo, Mr. bass man
I think I’m really fishin’—
pull, pull, pull, pull
line in, in, in, in. Fins!

So look, Mr. bass man:
now I’m a bass man too!
Lots caught, lots caught.

Plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk—into
wa-wat-wat-water goes the
bob-bob-bobber.

You give that pole a swing,
and the lead is sinkin’.
Then out goes the
li-i-i-i-i-ine.

Hey, Mr. bass man,
you have got me fishing:
You have taught me
what I have been missing.

Thanks, Mr. bass man;
I think I’m now a bass man, too—
caught lots, caught lots; I have
got hots, got hots
for fishing’s bass plan.

But, Mr. bass man,
I gotta get a fish net…
scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop
up the fish, my dinner dish.

Let’s go, Mr. bass man,
and make bouillabaisse stew—
yum, yum, yum, yum!

Cook, cook, cook, cook that stew,
Plop, plop, plop plop
in hook-caught food.
Yum, yum, yum, yum!