Fisher (written by Glenn Simmons)

There was a man named Fisher. He was a fisherman. Then new administration came to lend a helping hand. Then all the boats and traps were hauled upon the soil. And water changed to oil. Meanwhile, they discovered that the fish from out the sea was all that’s left that’s to fit to eat. I guess you call that irony. The supermarket stuff wasn’t the best kind, so Fisher grabbed his line.

On a cold and clear October he was out upon the bay doin’ wrong. But Warden had binoculars and snaps from hel-i-cop-i-ters like Bond ...James Bond.

Herbicides and pesticides and TV devils prophesize and get rich. Investors cry out more return. Judge says, “Two months, court adjourned, and I hope you got your wish."...When Fisher got his fish.

There was a Chevy pickup, an outboard Mercury. They both were confiscated to protect society from the dirty rotten scoundrel who would desecrate the sea. Now, plank him on the chin.
But there was money in the pockets and there was money in the bank until the end. Now fisher and the family man are down and out of Newfoundland again.

Herbicides and pesticides and TV devils prophesize and get rich. Investors cry out more return. Judge says, “Two months, court adjourned, and I hope you got your wish”...When Fisher got his fish. Yeah, yeah.