This Was a Real Nice Clambake

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 feeling prime This was a real nice clambake And we all had a real good time First come codfish chowder Cooked in iron kettles Onions floating on the top Curlin' up in petals Throw'd in ribbons of salted pork An old New England trick And lapped it all up with a clamshell Tied onto a bayberry stick Oh, 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 feeling prime This was a real nice clambake And we all had a real good time Remember when we raked them red hot lobsters Out of the driftwood fire? They sizzled and crackled and sputtered a song Fittin' for an angels' choir Fittin' for an angels Fittin' for an angels Fittin' for an angels choir We slit 'em down the back and peppered 'em good And doused 'em in melted butter Then we tore away the claws and cracked 'em with our teeth 'Cause we weren't in the mood to putter Fittin' for an angels Fittin' for an angels Fittin' for an angels choir Then at last come the clams Steamed under rockweed and poppin' from their shells Just how many of 'em galloped down our gullets We couldn't say ourselves, oh 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 feeling prime This was a real nice clambake And we all had a real good time We said it 'afore and we'll say it again We all had a real good time!