At last it is almost time, for that most beloved fishing season of the year, Lutefisk! I love lutefisk, too bad it last for only 4 weeks.

Sung to the tune of 'O Tannunbaum]

Lutefisk... Oh Lutefisk... how fragrant your aroma
Oh Lutefisk... Oh Lutefisk... You put me, in a coma
You smell so strong... You look like glue
You taste yust like an overshoe
Put Lutefisk ... come Saturday
I tink I'll eat you anyway.

Lutefisk ... Oh Lutefisk ... I put you by the doorway
I vanted you to ripen up ... yust like dey do in Norway
A dog came by and sprinkled you ... I hit him vit an army shoe
Oh Lutefisk ... now I suppose
I'll eat you as I hold my nose.

Lutefisk ... Oh Lutefisk ... how well I do remember
On Christmas Eve how we'd receive ... our big treat of December
It vasn't turkey or fried ham ... it vasn't even pickled spam
My mudder knew dere vas no risk ...
In serving buttered lutefisk.

Lutefisk ... Oh Lutefisk ... now everyone discovers
Dat Lutefisk and lefse makes-Norweigians better lovers
Now all da vorld can have a ball ... you're better dan dat Yeritol
Oh Lutefisk ... vit brennevin
You make me feel like Errol Flynn.

Lutefisk ... Oh lutefisk ... You have a special flavor
Lutefisk ... Oh lutefisk ... All good Norwegians savor.
That slimy slab we know so well ... Identified by ghastky smell

Lutefisk ... Oh lutefisk ... Our loyalty won't waver.
Lutefisk...Oh lutefisk...When my poor heart stops beating
The pearly gates will open wide, I'll see the angels eating
From steaming platters of the stuff, and there will always be enough
O piece of cod that I adore, O lutefisk forevermore!