Great Bay Town just
Started te come back
She still reeling
From Irma blows
Staggering like a
Drunken sailor
After sleepless nites
Of serious féting
Drunk from Irma blows
And dress up in Ragged clothes
We trying te come back
Forcing te smile
And doing we best te be
Friendly te we cruise ship guests
But just like them politicians
That volcano now must erupt
And spoil all we fun
Blowing off steam
Worse than ah old jet plane
Got we can’t breed
Like we smoking weed and we can't see
But them politicians
Telling we te vote fo he
If we want te stop the smoke
While they continue in we eyes
Te blow more smoke
Cauz fo sure they smoking something
Lying te we in we face
In ah shameless disgrace
The Marechausee open up
The border to let the
French Pompier in,
In order fo they te help we out this fire
While the MPs campaigning north of the border
Cauz they too like they on fire
For that hot seat
on Front Street
The future belong
To the voters
So vote
Vote black, vote white
Vote left, vote right, but vote
For only you can vote out this fire
And fire the politicians
Who started the fire!
Raymond Helligar aka “Big Ray”
