You Shouldn't-Nuf Bit Fish - George Clinton

With the electronic bait

Man, his nuclear fission

And the fish on his line

Is bigger in his mind

Than the reality of the reel

He has to reel it in

You shouldn’t-nuf bit fish

Last one to get away

Is the catch of the day

You shouldn’t-nuf bit fish

You took the bait

It’s too late to pray

Now over you, they say the grace

Lord bless this fish

Bring on the chill

Don’t forget the spell

We bit the fish

Brother don’t be so quail

Heads or tails

We ate the fish

We ate the chill fifteen day

And don’t matter about who is fishin'

Draw attention

And then we take the bait

We got to carry the weight.

A long time

Carry the weight along time

A little baby waits

With a line attached to his mind

And a hook in his behind

Who do you suppose will bite

Like the fishman night

Are you sleek, are you sly, are you stoned

Or are you fishin' for a song

All these smelly fishy ain’t fish

Oh somebody said «fish it’s brain food»

Well I’m thinkin' about caviar

Fish eggs on brain

Have a little sanity

Gonna raid your house

Saturday night fish fry

The Barracuda are still prime

Do you suppose he will bite

With the line attached to his mind

And a hook in his behind

Put up a good fight

Gimme line, gimme line

Give him time

Last one to get away

Is the catch of the day

You shouldn’t-nuf bit fish

You took the bait

It’s too late to pray

Lord bless this fish