Lyrics and Music by Barton Sutter
Well, the fish ain’t like the old days;
It’s only just a few.
But I sure like this dip net
You bought for me brand new.
And I’m still dippin’ in the dark;
My hands are turnin’ blue.
When the smelt buckets are loaded,
I’m comin’ home to you.
You’re a woman who’ll eat minnows.
You’ll never shout: Pee-ugh!
You’ll chop their little heads off,
And gut them through and through,
Then batter-fry the lot of them,
And they’ll be crunchy, too.
There’ll be ketchup on the table,
Steak sauce and barbecue,
A bowl of homemade coleslaw;
It’ll just be me and you.
We’ll eat our fill of fish, and then
I’ll toast you with a brew.
Now the smelt buckets are loaded,
And I’m half loaded, too.
I’m drivin’ home to Fridley.
I’ve bought a can of chew.
When I get in, I’ll wake you up;
You’ll know just what to do.