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We're going down to the fishing hole,
I got the worms, boy, and I got the pole,
And we both got the beer an' we got it some cold.
Now, Dick, I love women and fast moving cars,
Hanging out and hanging in some old country bar;
I love sleeping in the nude and the weather cold,
But my biggest love is that old fishing hole.
We're going down to the fishing hole,
I got the worms, boy, and I got the pole,
And we both got the beer an' we got it some cold.
I like diesel trucks and Aunt Martha's Sheep,
I like my rum and my rum sure likes me;
I like salt beef and cabbage, even when it's cold,
But my biggest love is that old fishing hole.
We're going down to the fishing hole,
I got the worms, boy, and I got the pole,
And we both got the beer an' we got it some cold.
We're not that much, just two old Newfie boys,
And we'll keep right on a going till the day that we die;
We like what we are, and we'll never grow old,
But our biggest love is that old fishing hole.
We're going down to the fishing hole,
I got the worms, boy, and I got the pole,
And we both got the beer an' we got it some cold.
