Mister bass man, there's been nobody greater
Mister bass man, you are a master baiter

I really squir-irm
When you pull out your worm
Put it there on the hook
(You mean when I give all my GROUPERS a look – yeah, baby)
Yeah!

Mister bass man, you fish with your fly
All the men are so jealous, and the ladies say "what a guy!"
Hey mister bass man, why you always showing off your rod
And it's longer than mine
(You know, it's the floaters that make it all work so very fine)

(Chorus)
You whip out your pole when you go out trolling
And you cast it here, there, everywhere yeah
Hey mister bass man, you have an awesome lure
When you use it, you're never premature
And when you clean it, you've always got an audience
Everyone wants a peek
(I know, every gal, every guy, they're spying on my technique)
Hey mister bass man, I wanna use my tackle
But I've just got a sinker, and it makes all the mermaids cackle
C'mon mister bass man, show me the expert way
That you do what you do
(No no, that's a family secret and it's worth years of pay)

[Break while Mister Bass Man makes music by squeezing his eel, then repeat the chorus]