Everybody Knows
Sung by Don Henly with editorial license by Captain Jeff
Everybody knows that the boats are loaded
Everybody runs with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the tournament is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows fishing is a bitch
The runs are long, even when you run the ditch
That's how it goes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows the boat is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like they just missed a 50 pounder who skied
Everybody talkin' into their pockets
Everybody wants a quad motored rocket
And no fisherman woes
And everybody know
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love to fish baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been busy
Give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discrete
There were too many fish you just had to meet
In your Mercury clothes
But everybody knows
Everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me and you
Everybody knows that you live forever
Once you weigh in a fish or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
All of the bad seas are soon forgotten
From you head down to your toes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the BIG DANCE is coming
Everybody knows that it’s coming fast
Everybody knows that the top 10 anglers
Are just a shining artifact of the past
And everybody knows Biloxi is great
But there's gonna be a meter to check your bait
That will disclose
What everybody knows
Everybody knows that the circuit’s in trouble
Everybody knows that they've been out of reach
From the bloody fish inside your fishbag
To the docks at Fernandina Beach
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at your Hilton’s chart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That's how it goes.....
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Kenny Chesney sings, with editorial license from Captain Jeff, You and Tequilla
Baby, here we go again
Jumping the waves a NW wind
Waitin' for that sun to come up
Made it up John’s Pass way
Hell bent on catchin’ a smoker
Far southwest of the lights of town
'Cause you and King fish make me crazy
Run like poison in my blood
One more fish could kill me, Baby
One is one too many, one more is never enough
Forty miles west in the light of dawn
Out where the big girls spawn
There were times I knew we would win
It's so easy to forget
The sweet taste that 61.1 left
Swore it wouldn't be so long till we did it again
You and king fish make me crazy
Run like poison in my blood
One more fish could kill me, Baby
One is one too many, one more is never enough
When it comes to you,
All the damage I could do
It's always your favorite sins
That do you in
'Cause you and king fish make me crazy
Run like poison in my blood
One more fish could kill me, Baby
One is one too many, one more is never enough
Never enough
You and king fish
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The Escape Club sings, with editorial license from Captain Jeff, The Wild Wild West
Fifty very fast boats fishing on the West Coast,
North east west south all teams fishing from the same house
Don’s Dock, Angler Armory we wonder how big the fish will be,
I'm on the FishDancer, contemplating several versions of the answer
The Kings are mean but we don't care
We love to fish with the wind in our wild wild hair
We FishDance to the beat that we love best
Heading for the middle grounds
We’re fishing in the wild west
The wild wild west, Wild west
Well, James' in the backroom handing out koozies
FishDancer’s on the radio asking where the others might go,
Fifty team’s heartbeats beating like a drum
Got to live it up live it up
Sweet Carolines Ron’s, last name is Hildum
The Kings are mean but we don't care
We love to fish with the wind in our wild wild hair
We FishDance to the beat that we love best
Heading for Egmont Channel
We’re fishing in the wild west
The wild wild west, Wild west
Now put your flags in the air and march them up and down
You can live it up live it up all over this seaside town
And turn to the left, turn to the right
We don't care as long as the kingfish bite
The Kings are mean but we don't care
We love to fish with the wind in our wild wild hair
We FishDance to the beat that we love best
Heading for the pipeline,
We’re fishing in the wild west
The wild wild west, Wild west
The wild wild west
Auw, wild west
Fishing in the wild west
The wild wild west, Wild west
Hoping for the right shot, using the chart Top Spot
Trolling from the back deck, no bites yet, what the heck?
Give me give me wild west
Give me give me anglers best
Give me fish give me fish
Give me time to see my wish
The Kings are mean but we don't care
We love to fish with the wind in our wild wild hair
We FishDance to the beat that we love best
Heading for the middle grounds
We’re fishing in the wild west
The wild wild west, Wild west
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Bob Seeger sings to the tune of Feel Like a Number
(with the usual editorial license from Captain Jeff)
I receive my card and I stand in line
Number 06035; fishing overtime,
I’ve done everything possible to fish the trail,
I throw a net ‘till my back is racked with pain
I plan to compete, amidst wind and rain
I show up early only to get emails,
It never fails
I feel like just another
Kingfish in the deep blue sea
Just another pro Captain suspect
Suffering the third degree
To the tournament I'm just an entry fee
To the naysayers I am an SKA devotee
Just another kingfish boat at sea
To the everglades I’m a killer of grass
To the boat companies I’m just fiberglass
I'm just another Pro Captain on the trail
Gonna cruise out of this city
Head down to the sea
Gonna shout out at the ocean
Hey it's me
And I feel like a number
Feel like a number
Feel like a stranger
A stranger in this land
I feel like a number
I'm not a number
I'm not a number
Dammit I'm a PRO
I said I'm a PRO
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Paul Simon Sings to the tune of Still Crazy After All These Years
(with the usual editorial license from Captain Jeff)
I met an SKA Pro on the street last night,
He seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled.
And we talked about some old times,
And we drank ourselves some beers,
Still fishing after all these years, oh still fishing after all these years.
I'm not the kind of man who tends to criticize,
I seem to yearn for old familiar ways.
But I ain't no fool for the PRO songs that they whisper in my ears,
Still fishing after all these years,oh still fishing after all these years.
Four in the morning, checked out, trolling,
Fishing my life away.
I'll never worry,
Why should I?
It's all gonna fade!
Now I sit in my Contender and watch the boats go by,
I fear I'll do more fishing one fine day.
But I could not be convicted
By a jury of my peers.
Still fishing after all these years,
Oh still fishing, still fishing,
Still fishing after all these years!!!