As promised last week, here's a light-hearted post for you. It's an alternative lyrics post based on a sedate hobby which is popular among many men: fishing.
# Bream #
Brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
Bream, bream, bream, brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
bream, bream, bream how I want you
in my pond's where I want you
on my hook and fishing net too
All I want to catch is brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
Bream, bream, bream's what I need to
to bite my fly, I really want to
to feel the bite and reel you right in.
All I want to catch is Brea-ea-ea-ea-eam.
I want you on my line
Biting on my fly.
Sunday,
afternoon.
All this means is,
oh yes,
I'm fishin' my Sunday's away.
I need you so
no fish compares to you oh no.
And that is why
Whenever I want fish, all I strive to catch
is Brea-ea-ea-ea-eam.
Bream, bream, bream, brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
I want you on my line
Biting on my fly.
Sunday,
afternoon.
All this means is,
oh yes,
I'm fishin' my Sunday's away.
I need you so
no fish compares to you oh no.
And that is why
Whenever I want fish, all I strive to catch
is Brea-ea-ea-ea-eam.
Bream, bream, bream, brea-ea-ea-ea-eam
[Fade out.]
[End of Lyrics.]
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