The Night the Boys Went Fishing

Quite a tale… It was recently pointed out to me that drinking, fishing and hockey are the three ways that men get away from their wives, so I suppose this is an accidental allegory

The Night The Boys Went Fishing

Three fellas from our village went out on a little tear Off they went a strolling with a bottle of rum to share The first one lost his glasses The second lost his voice The third in line was not inclined to listen The night the boys went fishing (repeat)

Down around the harbourfront they broke into a shed Then bending low to enter it the first two bumped their heads Near senseless to the floor they fell The last one tumbled in as well They picked each other up in poor condition The night the boys went fishing (repeat)

They found a wooden dory and they rowed with all their might But couldn’t get the boat afloat, the keel was stuck in tight Close at hand an antidote They climbed aboard a fishing boat And shortly found a key in the ignition The night the boys went fishing (repeat)

All around the bay they sailed, on that moonless night Three fishing rods they brought along, the fish just wouldn’t bite The first one slipped into the drink Before the second one could blink The third he steered avoiding near collision The night the boys went fishing (repeat)

Suddenly the sky above became as clear as day They rubbed their eyes and stared about to see see they’d gone astray The boatshed was a hockey rink The sea of ice was phony The fishing rods were hockey sticks They sailed on a Zamboni The moon above was a scorer’s clock The dory was a penalty box How foolishly they felt in this position The night the boys went fishing (repeat)

They left their craft at center ice and headed for the shore A man jumped on the bleachers and he let a jeezly roar We’re sorry sir the first one said The second cried and bowed his head The third reciting his act of contrition The night the boys went fishing (repeat)

They had to go to court next day to see the referee Three nights in the dory was her honour’s harsh decree A hefty fine you’ll pay my friends Apologies to make amends Their sentence for the crime they had commissioned The night the boys went fishing (repeat)

So now you’ve heard my story I’m stuck here in the dory For I was one found guilty by admission The night the boys went fishing (repeat)