Some
people have ways of telling
things that couldn't be true.
I guess I'm one of those jokers
because I've told a few.
Like the guy that goes out fishing,
you can always hear him say,
I got a few bites
but my luck wasn't right
and the big one got away.
Now I like to go out fish in'
for a different kind of fish,
you see
Collectin' beautiful women,
that's the kind of sport for me
But I lost my blue ribbon baby,
like the fisherman
I'm gonna say
I had her right in my lap,
but the line must have snapped
and the big one got away
I've got a way with women
I know the right bait to toss
I know where to cast my lure for sure
And get my line across
Well I really snagged a rare one
I wish you could have seen her play
I came very near to the
catch of the year,
but the big one got away
I knew I hooked a dandy
when that beauty took
a hold of my line
Bought a trophy to sit by my fireside,
just to show the friends of mine
Well, she took my hook line and sinker,
but I couldn't reel her in to stay
I could catch my limit of
everyday beauties,
but the big one got away
But the big one got away