Beechnut Bottom Noodlers
Born on the river
Raised in a cage
Hunting and noodling
Is all we crave.
Beavers and snakes
We really don't care
To us it's really just a dare
We've waited all year
For that east bank cave
Don't get scared now!
To us it's just anouther day.
We've learned from the best
And the best we will stay
Because we have a tradition
To pass down the way.
But don't think we haven't pay our dues
Between Wa****a widows
And sleepless nights to
In all of this I have a favor to ask of you.
When we die
If you bury us at all
Bury us on the Wa****a
Put up a little sign
Make it look cool
Let it read
THESE WERE SOME NOODLING FOOLS
R.I.P my friend R.I.P