When I go fishing with my rod
I often get that need
To fall asleep, and sleep so deep that
No-one notices me
Don’t want anyone to know my name
Don’t want to get a fax
Don’t want to meet the Royal Family
Just ’cause I pay my tax
Don’t wanna be seen on earth
Don’t want to shout out loud
I want to be part of the herd
One of the crowd
Dressing individually doesn’t impress me
Nothing that ain’t pathetic
Following fashion, I just find it
Dull time
Don’t wanna be seen on earth
Don’t want to shout out loud
I want to be part of the herd
One of the crowd
(One of the crowd)
(One of the crowd)
Fishing
Fishing
I never fight, almost every night
I think it’s gonna be alright
I think ’bout that; thinking’s right of
Every — thing
Don’t wanna be seen on earth
Don’t want to shout out loud
I want to be part of the herd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
One of the crowd
(One of the crowd)
Fishing
(One of the crowd)
Fishing