There’s water in my shoes, squishin’ around my feet,
Fishin’ in Alaska, oh boy, ain’t it sweet!
Kings, Pinks and Silvers, swimming through the rivers.
Trout and Dolly Varden, excuse me, beg your pardon.
Have you seen? Have you heard?
That guy down there, he snagged a bird!
Skeeters are biting, fisherman are fighting.
Wives on the river, all against their wish.
All of this for the big ole’ fish?
Down by the little Su, that’s where we’ll meet.
Fishin’ in Alaska, oh boy, ain’t it sweet!
A catch for me, a miss for you.
Reds, Chums and Dogs and all the others too.
Swish! Go the fish. Vroom! Go the boats.
All the signs are saying, “Beware, Kids Don’t Float.”
A bug here, a minnow there. Hey Watch Out that’s a Bear!
Come end join the fisherman’s fleet.
Fishin’ in Alaska, oh boy, ain’t it sweet!
Look, there’s a lure, someone go and get it!
Quick! I hooked fish; someone come and net it!
You’re wet, I’m cold. Just like good old Grandpa told.
“Fish for lunch," that’s my mother.
“What’s that floating? It's my LITTLE BROTHER!
The fish all fought their battles well, but still they were beat.
Fishin' in Alaska, oh boy, ain't it sweet!
Day is gone, finished and done.
But above the mountains still shines the sun.
“Mom,” whine the kids, “its still light.”
“Honey,” whine the Dads, “The sun’s still shining bright.”
“We’re going home NOW,” command the Moms, “no fuss, no fight.”
Clothes are covered in muck and mud. The last door closes with a thud.
Loaded up and ready to go.
You learned more about fishing than you wanted to know.
Two fish in the back, not quite two feet,
Fishin’ in Alaska, oh boy, ain’t it sweet.
