Up this morning   Before the sun   Fixed me some coffee and a honey bun   Jumped in my pickup   gave her the gas   I'm goin' out to catch a five pound bass      Down by the lake side   Just off the ramp   All them people sleeping in their fising camp   Some out in the pup tents   Some out on the grass   They all be dreaming 'bout that five pound bass      The early birdie always gets his worm   Me I always get my wish   When you're talking 'bout that five pound bass son   The early wormy gets the fish      Jumped in my john boat   I stow my gear   I fire her up and when I am in the clear   I sail across that water   As smooth as glass   Ready here I come you five pound bass      I find a perfect spot   Some old dead trees   Back in a canyon where you cain't feel no breeze   I tie my lure   I make my cast   It's breakfast time you five pound bass      That old sun is rising   That water is clear   I watch my lure as it's flying through the air   I see a ripple   I hear a splash   Lord have mercy, It's a five pound bass      SPOKEN:   That's a five pound bass son   Aw it's big as a god damned baby