[Cameron]
This was a real nice clambake,
We’re mighty glad we came.
The vittles we et were good, you bet!
The company was the same.
Our hearts are warm,
Our bellies are full,
And we are feelin’ prime.
This was a real nice clambake,
And we all hed a real good time.
Fust come codfish chowder,
Cooked in iron kettles,
Onions floatin’ on the top,
Curlin’ up in petals.
Throwed in ribbons of salted pork
(An old New England trick)
And lapped it all up with a clamshell,
Tied on to a bayberry stick.
Oh-h-h-
This was a real nice clambake,
We’re mighty glad we came.
The vittles we et were good, you bet!
The company was the same.
Our hearts are warm,
Our bellies are full,
And we are feelin’ prime.
This was a really nice clambake,
And we all hed a real good time.
[Robert}
Remember when we raked them red hot lobsters
Out of the dreadful fire?
They sizzled and crackled and sputtered a song,
Fitten fer an angel’s choir.
[Chorus]
Fitten fer an angels’,
Fitten’ fer an angels’,
Fitten’ fer an angels’ choir!
[Claramae]
We slit ’em down the back and peppered ’em good,
And doused ’em in melted butter
[Barbara]
Then we tore away the claws
And cracked ’em with our teeth
‘Cause we weren’t in the mood to putter!…
[Girls]