“Mr. Bass” tells of Frank Navetta (guitar), Bill Stevenson (Drums), and Pat McCuistion (friend) fishing for bass on Stevenson’s boat, the Orca.
[Verse 1]
Mr. Bass lies waiting in his kelpy room
Waiting, 'til comes doom
He comes and then he goes
He sees Orca and then he knows
[Chorus]
I can see Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can feel Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can taste Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can smell Mr. Bass, tomorrow
[Verse 2]
We finished the island with a broken motor
We went knockin' on the bass's door
They were biting at alarming rate
Mr. Bass, he was irate
[Chorus]
I can see Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can feel Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can taste Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can smell Mr. Bass, tomorrow
[Bridge]
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy Boy must keep eating
Old Pat, he must be burning
Looks like his stomach's turning
He feeds on the centipedes
[Verse 3]
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' books
[Chorus]
I can see Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can feel Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can taste Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
And I can smell Mr. Bass, tomorrow
[Bridge]
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy Boy must keep eating
Old Pat, he must be burning
Looks like his stomach's turning
He feeds on the centipedes
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy Boy must keep eating
Old Pat, he must be burning
Looks like his stomach's turning
He feeds on the centipedes
Mr. Bass was written by Frank Navetta.
Mr. Bass was produced by Spot.