[Intro] (Slow, thudding kick drum and a thick, reverberating bass slide) (Spoken drawl, eccentric tone) Deep down in the bottom of the muddy creek... Underneath the sunken cypress stump... There sits a prince of the murky silt. [Verse 1] (Heavy, slow slap bass groove with crisp rimshots) Out behind the old mill dam, Lives an ugly brute named Bubba-Sam. Eighty-two pounds of whiskered grease, Disturbing the local river peace. He’s got six rusty hooks stuck in his snout, And he ain't ever gonna be reeled out. [Chorus] (Chunky, bouncing bass rhythm; chanted vocals) Bubba the catfish! King of the mud! Bottom-feeding beast of the river flood! Whiskers like cables, eyes like lead, Sleeping in a sunken tractor bed! [Verse 2] (Odd, twangy bass bends; sparse percussion) Ol' Billy came down with a tub of stink bait, Bragging to his buddies 'bout a dinner plate. He cast his line with a fifty-pound test, Bubba took a look at Billy's very best... Took a little nibble, gave a lazy yank, Pulled poor Billy right off the bank! [Chorus] (Heavy, funky groove) Bubba the catfish! King of the mud! Bottom-feeding beast of the river flood! Whiskers like cables, eyes like lead, Sleeping in a sunken tractor bed! [Bass Solo] (Slow, complex slap-and-pop bass solo with dynamic pitch bends and warm acoustic drum feel) [Outro] (Tempo slows down, dragging bass strumming) So if your float disappears at night... Don't bother pulling back hard... That's just Bubba... Taking your tackle. (Single heavy bass thud, fading cymbal crash)
