Mr. Bass

Mr. Bass lies waiting in his kelpy room
Waiting, til comes doom
He comes and them he goes
He sees Orca and then he knows
And I can see Mr. Bass, hes on my wall
I can feel Mr. Bass, hes on my wall
I can taste Mr. Bass, hes on my wall
I can smell Mr. Bass tomorrow
We finished the island with a broken motor
We went knockin on the bass door
They were biting at alarming rate
Mr. Bass he was irate
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy boy must keep eating
Old Pat he must be burning
Looks like his stomachs turning
He feeds on the centipedes
He lies behind in a greenish hue
Hell eat whatever, hell even eat you
Mr. Bass, he knows my hook
Cause Ive been reading them bassin books
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy boy must keep eating
Old Pat he must be burning
Looks like his stomachs turning
He feeds on the centipedes