Ice Fish Baby Songtext
von Shad-Rapp

Hey Smitty!
Let′s fish it!
Ice Fish Baby!
Ice Fish Baby!
Hey guy, stop! Grab your bait and listen
Ice is on the lake, so we're going fishing
With me is my best friend Mike
We′re hitting Lake Poygan for the trophy pike
Will I catch a perch? Hey, I guess so
I got some new jigs and a brand new Zebco
I loaded up de truck with all my new gear
Mike got the bait, I bought the beer
Sorrels. I got a nice pair of boot
To go with my hat and my blaze orange suit
But that ain't enough so I threw on three pair
Of heavy duty flannel thermal underwear
Drilling. The ice is half a foot thick
My gas-powered ice auger outta do the trick
If I wanna eat, cripe – I gotta catch dinner
Drop my line in the hole with a minnow and a spinner


Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
Now that the pike are biting
My arms getting sore cause the fish keep fighting
Flip of my wrist, with my wrist there's a flip
Hooking them fish, them right through the lip
Another bite! Hey guy, get ready
Jig the line twice then you keep your line steady
Let him take it, ′til the minnows good and took
Reel up all the slack, and then you set your hook
You get thirsty – A pike fight can be a killer
So we brought along a cooler stocked full of Blatz and Miller
Drinking on the ice, guy – it can′t get any better
But now and then I think about the warm spring weather
And start dreaming, of a fifty-foot cast
Reel it in quick, reel it quick with a bass
But I can't, cause all I got is this hole
A hole in the ice and this three-foot pole
I gotta hit! My lines screaming, Holy crap!
My pole′s bent over, guy – I think it's gonna snap!
I almost got it, and it′s big like a whale
It's mean, dark green, guy – better get the scale!
Is it a keeper? I don′t know, weigh it
If it's ten pounds you can bet I'll filet it
It′s twenty-six pounds, guy – you make the call
Go to taxidermy, mount it on the wall

Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!

It′s Sunday. I bet the wife's at church
I′d rather be here on the lake catching perch
And there hitting – we're getting two every minute
Filled a five gallon pail cause there ain′t no limit
I just can't believe my eyes
We′re catching all these perch around the twenty ounce size
On Lake Poygan, that's what the ice fishing's like
We caught a hundred-twenty perch and kept seven trophy pike
But it′s almost noon, guy, and it′s getting kind of late
We ran outta beer and we're running outta bait
We could catch more, but cripes, who cares?
Let′s head to the bar and watch the Packers beat the Bears!
Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!
I wanna Ice Fish Baby!

Hey! Guy! We're outta beer!
Let′s go get another!

Ice Fish Baby! It's too cold!
Ice Fish Baby! It′s too cold! It's too cold!
Ice Fish Baby! It's too cold!
Ice Fish Baby! It′s too cold! It′s too cold!