I'm goin' down east
I'm goin' under
Gonna fill my boots
With the rain & thunder
From Ammonoosuc
Down to Chicopee
I'm gonna ride this river
Right to the sea
I ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a swamp yankee (swamp yankee)
Swamp yankee
Yes I am, swamp yankee
Y'see, my grandpa
He's a half Pequot
Scrapin' a livin'
From a lobster pot
He was raised
By the mooncussers
Methodist deacons
Them turkey buzzards
Grew a family
Of his own
Put down roots
In a field of stone
He ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit cranky (a little bit cranky)
He got the funk (he got the funk)
Of a swamp yankee (swamp yankee)
Swamp yankee
Ah, yes he is, yes he is
Swamp yankee
Hey, ayuh
It's been hardscrabble
Since the mill shut down
But I'm a barnacle
On the edge of town
I built this trailer (oh yes he did)
In the sand
So let the tide come in, I don't care
I'm a lobster man
I ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a swamp yankee (swamp yankee)
I got a yard fulla junk (yard fulla junk)
Ain't nothin' swanky (nothin' swanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
I'm a swamp yankee
Oh, nothin' but a swamp yankee
Yes I am, now lookit, baby
I got the claw
Of a lobstermon
And when I go to work
I get the job done
Tell ya I got the claw
Of nothin' but a swamp yankeemon....
Heya ya heya ya, heya ya hey, heya ya heya, hey hey yahey
Heya ya heya ya, heya ya hey, heya ya heya, hey hey yahey
Yaya yaya heya ya, hey yaya heya hey, yaya ya yaya, heyhey. Ya yaya hey
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Heya ya heya ya, heya ya hey, heya ya heya, hey hey yahey
Heya ya heya ya, heya ya hey, heya ya heya, hey hey yahey
Ayup I'm goin' down east I'm goin' under Gonna fill my boots With the rain & thunder From Ammonoosuc Down to Chicopee I'm gonna ride this river Right to the sea I ain't no punk (ain't no punk) Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky) I got the funk (I got the funk) I'm a swamp yankee (swamp yankee) Swamp yankee Yes I am, swamp yankee Y'see, my grandpa He's a half Pequot Scrapin' a livin' From a lobster pot He was raised By the mooncussers Methodist deacons Them turkey buzzards Grew a family Of his own Put down roots In a field of stone He ain't no punk (ain't no punk) Just a little bit cranky (a little bit cranky) He got the funk (he got the funk) Of a swamp yankee (swamp yankee) Swamp yankee Ah, yes he is, yes he is Swamp yankee Hey, ayuh It's been hardscrabble Since the mill shut down But I'm a barnacle On the edge of town I built this trailer (oh yes he did) In the sand So let the tide come in, I don't care I'm a lobster man I ain't no punk (ain't no punk) Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky) I got the funk (I got the funk) I'm a swamp yankee (swamp yankee) I got a yard fulla junk (yard fulla junk) Ain't nothin' swanky (nothin' swanky) I got the funk (I got the funk) I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a swamp yankee Oh, nothin' but a swamp yankee Yes I am, now lookit, baby I got the claw Of a lobstermon And when I go to work I get the job done Tell ya I got the claw Of nothin' but a swamp yankeemon.... Heya ya heya ya, heya ya hey, heya ya heya, hey hey yahey Heya ya heya ya, heya ya hey, heya ya heya, hey hey yahey Yaya yaya heya ya, hey yaya heya hey, yaya ya yaya, heyhey. Ya yaya hey Yaya yaya heya ya, hey yaya heya hey, yaya ya yaya, heyhey. Ya yaya hey Heya ya heya ya, heya ya hey, heya ya heya, hey hey yahey Heya ya heya ya, heya ya hey, heya ya heya, hey hey yahey Explain Request ×
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