ZaraBeth420
Well-Known Member
I like cat fishing. And frying them up when I get home.
Catfish can be yeller,
But some of them are blue,
None of them got a tooth in their head,
But they'll bit the tar out of you,
Slick as hell, they're beady eyed,
They'll fin you to the bone,
Sure smell good when you're cooking 'em up,
After you get home.
Late for work again Monday,
With stink bait on my clothes,
I ain't never been fired by a man who was holding onto his nose,
He said if you're gonna get ahead boy, you gotta stop sittin' around and wishin',
I said who's gonna be sitting around, I'm goin' back cat fishin'.
Catfish can be yeller,
But some of them are blue,
None of them got a tooth in their head,
But they'll bit the tar out of you,
Slick as hell, they're beady eyed,
They'll fin you to the bone,
Sure smell good when you're cooking 'em up,
After you get home.
Late for work again Monday,
With stink bait on my clothes,
I ain't never been fired by a man who was holding onto his nose,
He said if you're gonna get ahead boy, you gotta stop sittin' around and wishin',
I said who's gonna be sitting around, I'm goin' back cat fishin'.
