Blue Igloo Cooler

Yeah, I’m going on a tour
I’m looking for my lure
I gotta find my hat
My sunglasses and my blue igloo cooler
Can’t forget my fishing pole
Because I’m fishing
Fishing foe fillet of soul
I’ve got to be where I’ve got to be Can’t catch no fish if I’m not in the sea
With glee, yipee skippy
Here fishy, fishy, fishy
I’m in the boat do don’t you know
You’ve got to let go of the nets
That you hold in your hand
There’s nothing of worth from the sand
Just a tire, some boots, and a rusted can
Hip hop on the boat and I’ll show you how
To be fishers of man
To be or not to be That is the question
Yes, indeed, well
Here they come
I can see those little fishies swimmin’in now
Cast it out, cast it out, cast it out now
Reel it in, reel it in, reel it in now