Ice Fish Baby

Hey Smitty!
 Let's fish it!
 Ice Fish Baby!
 Ice Fish Baby!
 Hey guy, stop! Grab your bait and listen
 Ice is on the lake, so we're going fishing
 With me is my best friend Mike
 We're hitting Lake Poygan for the trophy pike
 Will I catch a perch? Hey, I guess so
 I got some new jigs and a brand new Zebco
 I loaded up de truck with all my new gear
 Mike got the bait, I bought the beer
 Sorrels. I got a nice pair of boot
 To go with my hat and my blaze orange suit
 But that ain't enough so I threw on three pair
 Of heavy duty flannel thermal underwear
 Drilling. The ice is half a foot thick
 My gas-powered ice auger outta do the trick
 If I wanna eat, cripe – I gotta catch dinner
 Drop my line in the hole with a minnow and a spinner
 Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 Now that the pike are biting
 My arms getting sore cause the fish keep fighting
 Flip of my wrist, with my wrist there's a flip
 Hooking them fish, them right through the lip
 Another bite! Hey guy, get ready
 Jig the line twice then you keep your line steady
 Let him take it, 'til the minnows good and took
 Reel up all the slack, and then you set your hook
 You get thirsty – A pike fight can be a killer
 So we brought along a cooler stocked full of Blatz and Miller
 Drinking on the ice, guy – it can't get any better
 But now and then I think about the warm spring weather
 And start dreaming, of a fifty-foot cast
 Reel it in quick, reel it quick with a bass
 But I can't, cause all I got is this hole
 A hole in the ice and this three-foot pole
 I gotta hit! My lines screaming, Holy crap!
 My pole's bent over, guy – I think it's gonna snap!
 I almost got it, and it's big like a whale
 It's mean, dark green, guy – better get the scale!
 Is it a keeper? I don't know, weigh it
 If it's ten pounds you can bet I'll filet it
 It's twenty-six pounds, guy – you make the call
 Go to taxidermy, mount it on the wall
 Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 It's Sunday. I bet the wife's at church
 I'd rather be here on the lake catching perch
 And there hitting – we're getting two every minute
 Filled a five gallon pail cause there ain't no limit
 I just can't believe my eyes
 We're catching all these perch around the twenty ounce size
 On Lake Poygan, that's what the ice fishing's like
 We caught a hundred-twenty perch and kept seven trophy pike
 But it's almost noon, guy, and it's getting kind of late
 We ran outta beer and we're running outta bait
 We could catch more, but cripes, who cares?
 Let's head to the bar and watch the Packers beat the Bears!
 Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
 Hey! Guy! We're outta beer!
 Let's go get another!
 Ice Fish Baby! It's too cold!
 Ice Fish Baby! It's too cold! It's too cold!
 Ice Fish Baby! It's too cold!
 Ice Fish Baby! It's too cold! It's too cold!