Lyrics:

(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult) Like Marlon Brando, but bigger. You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River. This one I had stood right on up to me, Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy. But oh no, fishing ain't what it used to be. I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me. One little nibble in thirteen years, I really pack 'em in. This one I had, I seen it in dreams, All shacked up with lightning and horizon beams. Well I bring 'em on up, and then I pack 'em on in In all the places I've been, And I swear it's never been like this before, Least not since 19 and 44. But today, I made a sick discovery, Lead box in Sassafras Cove. Well I brought him on up and then I packed him on in, oh yes, Now I'm really cashing in. Wash of the Chesapeake and Appalachian Blue Range, I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth. Yes, it's true, I have Mr. Booth. Everybody got to make a living somehow. Do I hear a million? Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in.