From out of Randy's golden throat, there came a joyous yell --
It rumbled o'er the treetops and echo'd 'cross the dell.
It struck upon the hillside and rebounded into town;
For one of Randy's bobbers had suddenly went down.
Then responding to the jeers, he knew he had his wish,
For no one on the boat that day, could doubt 'twas Randy's fish.
A sneer was curled on Randy's lips and his teeth were clenched in hate,
As he made a crude remark to that fish out in the lake.
There was ease in Randy's manner as he stepped into his place.
There was pride in Randy's bearing and a scowl on Randy's face.
His feet were planted on the deck, his arms were tense like steel;
And when he'd waited long enough, he yanked his rod and reel.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
Somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children play,
But there is no joy on Little Bass; mighty Rand has missed his prey.