There's a breed of man with a calloused hand
For his work is harder than most
And he takes a stand not on the land
But the deck of a fishing boat
Now his specialty is barramundi
But he'll take a salmon or jew
I've even been told that catfish and all
Go into the packaging too
So run out the nets haven't got enough yet
Gotta catch a barramundi for you
You can bake it or fry it never know till you try it
You can even cook it up in a stew
Just roll 'em in flour and fry 'em on the stove
Or chuck 'em in the fire and cook 'em on the coals
Serve with rice and a pannikin of tea
Some chips and salad anyway'll do me barramundi
Now they work with the tide and tempers are tried
By catfish and crab in the net
An occasional shout how we gonna get it out
There's a bloody big croc in it yet
But a good sharp knife gets 'em out of strife
They'll cut the reptile free
And the skipper might swear and pull out his hair
It's rugged old life on the sea
So run out the nets haven't got enough yet
Gotta catch a barramundi for you
You can bake it or fry it never know till you try it
You can even cook it up in a stew
Just roll 'em in flour and fry 'em on the stove
Or chuck 'em in the fire and cook 'em on the coals
Serve with rice and a pannikin of tea
Some chips and salad anyway'll do me Barramundi
Now a barramundi boat is fairly small
Twelve metres long at the most
With four in a crew all living on stew
For their rations are nothing to boast
And for weeks on end these unshaven men
Breaking their backs for a crust
Just to be let down when they get into town
By an unpaying skipper gone bust
So run out the nets haven't got enough yet
Gotta catch a barramundi for you
You can bake it or fry it never know till you try it
You can even cook it up in a stew
Just roll 'em in flour and fry 'em on the stove
Or chuck 'em in the fire and cook 'em on the coals
Serve with rice and a pannikin of tea
Some chips and salad anyway'll do me barramundi