Mr. Bass lies waiting in his kelpy room Waiting, til comes doom He comes and then ne goes He sees Orca and then he knows I can see Mr. Bass, he's on my wall I can taste Mr. Bass, he's on my wall I can smell Mr. Bass tomorrow We finished the island with a broken motor They were biting at alarming rate Mr. Bass, he was irate Mr. Bass takes a beating Billy Boy must keep eating Old Pat he must be burning Look's like his stomach's turning He feeds on the centipedes He lies behind in a greenish hue He'll eat whatever, he'll even eat you Mr. Bass, he knows my hook 'Cause I've been reading them bassin' bokks