The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along

Minding his business one day

Rooting and sniffing and urging to spawn

In the mud flats of San Pablo Bay

A scent came around so he followed his snout

He found what was to his surprise

A golden morsel, a tidbit, a tight bunch of grass shrimp

Was there right before this buck's eyes

He circle round twice and he took a big whiff

Then sucked up this savory meal

Then came a jolt and to the diamondback's surprise

Through his lips cut the cold, barbed steel

In a panic the old diamondback sped to the north

He sped to the east, west and south

But the harder he swam, he still could not break free

>From the "tugging" that pulled at his mouth

The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along

Minding his business one day