Freddie the Fisherman’s Son Songtext
von Ruth Wallis

Freddy the fisherman′s son
He's got all the girls on the run
With his pole in his hand
He goes fishing on land
That way, he say′s
It's more fun

Freddy knows how the girls feel
When they see his rod they all reel
And this fabulous rod
Measures over a yard
And a thing like that
You can't conceal

Under the moon
He hollers: "Harpoon!"
That means Freddy is at it again
In some little nook
He is dropping his hook
Playing the old fishing game


When Freddy goes fishing at night
He carries a great big flashlight
And I know it sounds odd
It′s tied onto his rod
The girls know his sinker
By sight

When Freddy was only a boy
His pole was his only toy
His Dad said: "You can bend it
And ever extend it
But once it gets broken
You never can mend it

Then he had the awfullest fright
He had just put his rod out of sight
When some dizzy dame
Who was searching for fame
Tried to carve her initials one night

He′ll always remember
That day in September
He almost ran into his fate
He met a big barracuda
Just up from Bermuda
And she wouldn't
Let go of his bait


He sure had a narrow escape
Took days to get back into shape
His rod was all bent
And it had a big dent
But he soon patched it up
With scotch tape

On hot nights when he′d go to sleep
His pole out the window he'd keep
A strange bird came along
Singing ′The Woodpecker Song'
And started to hammer away
Loud and strong

But Freddy slept on, what a man!
He was dreaming of Darthy and Fan
But when he awoke
He found out was no joke
He still had his pole
But the poor thing was broken
Yes, broken in two

Now there′s nothing he can do
So Freddy hangs down by the beach
He's still got a Yen
But he's no man among men
He still got his line
But his pole doesn′t reach

Freddy the fisherman′s son
His fishing is over and done
You'll find him with grandpa
Down in the square
Both of them crying
Their eyes out down there

They they have one thing in common
Shouldn′t happen to you
Grandpa's pole doesn′t reach too