w.t.f. where the fish

Packed up the truck, we’re headed to the river, Got my rod and tackle, I’m a hardcore giver. Ellis Cove’s the spot, that's what they said, But all I’m catchin' is a sunburn on my head! Sam brought the casserole, Emanuel brought toast, I just want a salmon that I can boast. (Pre-Chorus) I’m standing here, water up to my knees, But where are the fish? I’m beggin’ you please! Lookin’ at the others reeling in with ease, But I’m stuck shoutin' at the river breeze. (Chorus) W-T-F! Where the fish at? I’m casting my line out, but nothing coming back! Casting and pulling, it’s my fishing game, But all I’m askin’ is who’s to blame? W-T-F! Where the fish? Oh where? I came to reel 'em in, but the rivers bare! (Verse 2) Reuben’s got his rod, he’s hooked up good, Ben’s just chillin’, like I knew he would. The nephew boys holler, "Fish on, fish on!" While I’m still out here, my patience all gone! Maybe it’s the bait, maybe it’s my luck, Or maybe them fish are just playin’ us for schmucks. (Verse 3) The water's lookin' perfect, not a cloud in the sky, I’m out here fishin’, but the salmon pass me by. I got a cooler packed, just waiting for the catch, But all I’ve reeled in is a busted branch to match! Bens laughin’ now, caught a big ol' king, And here I am just wonderin' what it’s all about. (Bridge) Oh, they’re dancin’ for them, and slappin’ the stream, I think I’m hooked too, or is it just a dream? All I want’s that big ol’ splash, Come on, salmon, let’s make a dash! (Verse 4) Hours go by, I’m still holdin’ on tight, Sun's gettin' low, I’m ready for the fight. Then I feel a tug, could this be the one? But nope, just a rock—oh man, I’m done! Gonna pack it up, head back to the shack, W-T-F, man! No fish in the sack! (Chorus) W-T-F! Where the fish at? I’m casting my line out, but nothing coming back! Casting and pulling, it’s my fishing game, But all I’m askin’ is who’s to blame? W-T-F! Where the fish? Oh where? I came to reel 'em in, but the river’s bare! (Outro) Maybe next time, maybe next trip, I’ll catch that salmon, give my line a flip. But for now, I’ll keep shoutin’, hand on my dish, W-T-F, yo! Where’s my fish?!