A fisherman stands and stares at the sea,
Tying up his six string rod,
And swimming round his head is a story.
of a fish that has ever been caught.

He ties on a little rock, to act as a weight,
Digs his hands deep into the earth,
Pulls up a big worm for his bait,
But theres on thing he`s forgot,

(Chorus)
What you need is hook, what you need is a hook,
A simple twist, a whole lot of luck,
Once it sinks in, it`s in there for good,
Sticks right in your gut, what you need is a hook,



The fisherman shruggs and throws in his line,
Starts fishing anyway,
Sits on the shore, begins to sing,
Dreaming the day away,

No line can capture what is dreamt off,
A single slippery thought,
No song is catchy enough,
It`s a fish that can never be caught.

Chorus

The fisherman returns and bores all his friends,
At the bar of the Mudcat cafe,
Another tall tale, which of course ends,
With the one that got away.