BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
GOOD one!

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One eye'd monstah :D

I'm on the fence if Rap should even be considered singing, but here’s my entry, a remake of an old favorite. Now what’s crazy about it is the song has the potential to set the stage for a new TV series about the weekly travails of a bunch of grizzled surfpunchers plying the New England coastal tides for “cows”. Starring Clint Eastwood as Surf “Howdy” Yates, Paul Brinegar as Windcheater, a real Rebel, Eric Fleming as their leader, canal sharpie Gibbs Darter, and Bill Tompkins as Toothless Bluefish.

Castin’ Castin’ Castin’
Keep castin’ castin’ castin’
Though they're procrastinatin'
Keep them long rods castin’, Lineside!
Try to think just like one
Hope the plug’s the right one
Soon you’ll be hauling in a large.
Boy my heart’s a pumpin’
Hope soon a striper fightin’, be waiting at the end of my rod.

Cast ‘em out, reel ‘em in
Change a spot, check the drag
Cast ‘em out, reel ‘em in Lineside!
Screamin' reel, set the hook
Set the hook, reel ‘em in
Work ‘em in, beach ‘em up Linesiiiide!

Ooh Jimbo,
Reminds me of the song I worte about my old roommate in college, we called him Whitey.
He was arguably the best guitar player I've ever seen or met. Great guy, he graduated with me from UMass (nuff said) and had a Masters from Harvard in counseling (just like Mikey minus the Harvard).
Man this guy could rock on the guitar...just ask the other bald Bomba...
But man, he hated fishing, fish, and my tackle...He drove his old man's Audi 4000 sports coupe, badly I might add, all around the greater Amherst area.
So here's the song:
Drivin, Drivin, Drivin...
I Was F.in flyin,
Heard this great big cry and oh no!
I was drivin poorly,
Now they wanna sue me,
Guess I can't drive any more


Tow 'em in
Fix 'em up
Drive 'em out
Crash 'em up
AUDI

Tow 'em in
Fix 'em up
Drive 'em out
Crash 'em up
Audi

I've had so much bad luck,
Then I hit a trash truck,
Now they want to see me in court.

I was drivin poorly,
Now they want to sue me,
Guess I shouldn't drive anymore.
Tow em in,
Fixem up.
Drivemout,
Crashemup,
Towemin,
AUUUUDDDI.......
AUDI :jump:

If ever there was a thing
more peaceful than striper fishing
it could be our worst day, in awful weather
and putting a line in the water can always make it better

big fish, small fish
no fish, drink like a fish

days and nights filled with anticipation
the joy of living in this incredible nation

Flap, NIB, Karl, Nebe, Spence, Bomb'as, everybody, freakin' good stuff...hysterical......

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Ice

Ode to a Newby (to 'Badge')
 

This is fun! wasted 10 min of my day but what the hell....
to "Badge" by Cream

Betcha thinking bout the time you drove in my sled
thinking that I might have drove you too far
Thinkin 'bout that bass I iced in the cooler....
I told you only fish in the dark
told you bout the goons and where they park
Then I told you bout the spot I landed a monster

I told you how the Tide goes up and down
Yes I told to fish when the light goes down
Better pick yourself up off the ground
Before the next wave crashes down
Yes, Better get some korkers on

Talkin bout a goon that looks quite like you
Didnt have the time to learn what he needed too..
His wife sold away his gear since he fell off the breachway :devil:

there once was a man from nantucket
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who fished in a large bucket
every time he got skunked he said %$#& it
but every day he fished from that bucket
now he is old and does tea and crumpets
all the while playing with his trumpet

I know where you guys thought I was going with it

freak a zoids

The wind was howling from the east
25 knots to rattle your teeth
6 foot seas tight and stacked
The 21 footer was sure to crack

An hour later, and frozen solid
we dropped three lines into the water
bump, bump, bump, and then a scream
two bent rods, what a scene!

The line was peeling off my reel
that cow was running with her meal
my son was burning up his drag
the sea was laughing like a hag

two more runs and tons of pain
the line she took I started to gain
my son was yelling, get the net!
a 35 pounder was my bet

Waves crashed against the hull
the men on board were scared as hell
the thirty pounder found the cooler
but the one on my rod seemed much crueler

Another wave met with a smash
the fish made her final dash
the froth was swamping onto the deck
I sliped and nearly broke my neck

My son sank the gaff deep and true
into the arm of you know who
I dropped the rod and blood shot out
"save the fish" I tried to shout

The awful clunk the rod expelled
as it hit the gunnelll and then fell
into the sea and out of sight
I Fought back tears with all my might

The trip back in took nearly 2 hours
I steered that boat with all my power
my heart was broke, my arm was aching
fishing in October is very painstaking.

Boat songs don't count.

hehe

you guys wish you were the man from nantucket

I once heard a tale from a sailor who died
and the way that he said it he couldn't have lied
he said that his wife had a,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,