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  Chorus:  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  [Repeat Chorus]  [Repeat 2nd Verse]  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  [Repeat Three Times]  [Repeat 1st Verse]  [Repeat 2nd Verse]