A down-home country anthem straight from SparkPals Island’s east pier. It’s not about the fish — it’s about Skeeter. Mud boots, back sass, and a shirt that says it all: “See You at the Pier.”
Passed the docks on the island’s west
Where the boats roll out and the shrimpers rest
That side’s nets, knots, diesel and brine
But I ain’t here to tow that line
I follow the gulls and a gut I trust
To the east side pier where the talk’s robust
[Chorus]
Yeah I’m back for the bait, maybe catch a bite
But I ain’t foolin’ — she’s the east pier’s light
Worn-out boots and a don’t-care strut
Smudged in scales with a mouth that cuts
She’s got two things stocked: worms and nerve
And a back-pocket bounce the locals don’t deserve
She ain’t flirtin’ — she’s just built this way
And I keep comin’ back… every damn day
[Verse 2]
She rings that bell with a calloused hand
“Bait’s in the cooler — y’all understand?”
Her tank’s stained through, her back is red
But she still stands like she runs this shed
No frills, no fake — just boots and burn
And a look that’ll make your knees unlearn
[Chorus]
Yeah I’m back for the bait, maybe snag a trout
But mostly just stall till her shift plays out
She don’t give a wink — she gives a list
Of chores, of rules, and who she’s pissed
She sells that shirt from a pegboard clear —
Big bold print: “See You at the Pier”
I cast slow, heart offbeat
I’m back for the bait… and Skeeter, sweet Skeet
[Bridge]
Now they come for the fish, but stay for the show
She’ll dress you down if your cast is slow
Don’t call her darling — she’ll gut you fast
But that muddy laugh? Yeah, it’ll last
[Final Chorus]
So I rig and I wait, pretend it’s the game
But we all know Skeeter’s the pier’s real name
West side’s docks got boats and fleet—
But the queen holds court in sunburn and heat
When I see that cap, turned to the rear
And that pegboard shirt sayin’ “See You at the Pier”
I nod, I cast, I take my seat…
Back for the bait — and Skeeter, sweet Skeet.
