About this song
The Mullet Boys’ Gift of Bait comes from island life: place, belonging, summer energy and the way a local home can open the imagination to a much bigger world.
Lyrics
Down Straddie way where the tides run free, The Mullet Boys came with a gift for J.B, Buckets o’ hardy heads, shining like gold, Free bait for the legends, a gesture bold. So crack a beer for J.B, let the froth fly high, Pinky’s on the J.D, twinkle in her eye, The crew’s got spirits, beers and spliff in hand, And I’m on tequila, one-man AI mariachi band\! No shame, no blame, just good old fun, From the beach to the bowls, til the day is done. The rods are cast, but no one’s keepin’ score, It’s less about the fish, more about folklore. Under moonlight mischief and a wee bit-o-pride, We honour the ocean, and let good vibes ride. J.B’s yellin’ “Yew\!” with a stubby in the air, Pinky’s J.D’s gone missin’ (check behind the chair), Sami’s got snacks, and Andy’s got tales, I built an AI dolphin mascot Finnius for sales Darryl’s on the deck, mixin’ drinks with flair, Cappy’s talkin’ tactics in the salty sea-air, Richard’s got a plan, one step ahead We yell, yippe-kai-ay, glad we're not dead\! Cheers to the Mullet Boys, our bait-slingin’ saints, The Point Lookout Fishing Club Appreciates its mates. Whether fishin’ or chillin’ or havin’ a bake, It’s love for the sea and the memories we make. No judgement here, just salty air, We share our time and try to be fair Who’s tipsy, toasty, or tuggin’ at the line, At Point Lookout, mate, you’re doin’ fine. We yell, yippe-kai-ay, glad we're not dead\! yippe-kai-ay, glad we're not dead\! yippe-kai-ay, glad we're not dead\!