Lyrics
Down around the Virgin Isles
The native girls wear great big smiles
They have a swell philosophy
'Bout fishing in the sea of matrimony
When you go fishing for a man
Use psychology if you can
Throw your line and dangle your bait
But don't let him have it on the very first date
Throw the little ones back, shoo shoo
'Til you find one big enough for you
Fishing, fishing, that's the sport
Watch him wiggle when he gets caught
The bigger he is, the harder it will get
To keep him tied up in your net
You may have trouble when you reel him in
And find he's gone and left you just a fin
Throw the little ones back, shoo shoo
'Til you find one big enough for you
Fishing, fishing, that's the sport
Watch him wiggle when he gets caught
Many an old maid has fished for years
Never caught anything, it appears
How does she expect to fill her pan
When she uses bait from a rusty old can?
Throw the little ones back, shoo shoo
'Til you find one big enough for you
Fishing, fishing, that's the sport
Watch him wiggle when he gets caught
Fishermen who have been around
Give advice that is very sound
They tell the girls that something small
Is better than nothing at all
So don't throw the little ones back, shoo shoo
Sometimes they are the best for you
The big ones may weigh more on the scale
But the little ones have those great big tails
Fishing, fishing, fishing, fishing
That's the sport