| On the surface of the lake | |
| Thousand sunbeams playing their game | |
| Line is marking its own way | |
| Through the mirror of the day | |
| And the boat is gliding down | |
| Early in the morning glow | |
| Flash of silver will follow | |
| Calling the green beast from below | |
| Soon its tail raises the mud | |
| Beast is ready for attack | |
| Reel screams the line begins to run | |
| And the struggle shall begin | |
| Bites that lure, a massive bonehead | |
| Pulling hard, blending water | |
| In the boat a firm man standing | |
| Fight is on to hook the monster | |
| Bites that lure, a massive bonehead | |
| Pulling hard, blending water | |
| In the boat a firm man standing | |
| Fight is on to hook the monster | |
| And with butter it will be fried | |
| Gulped down with great desire | |
| Soon this tall and fairy man | |
| Fish bone in his throat, he will fall | |
| Bites that lure, a massive bonehead | |
| Pulling hard, blending water | |
| In the boat a firm man standing | |
| Fight is on to hook the monster | |
| Bites that lure, a massive bonehead | |
| Pulling hard, blending water | |
| In the boat a firm man standing | |
| Fight is on to hook the monster |