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Well we're home again in Newfoundland this year,
Eatin' lots of moose and drinking beer.
A lot of things have changed since '66,
But the province'll still drink moonshine with the mix.
Our politics have changed, I guess you know,
We no longer have that fellow we call Joe.
Daddy Frank took over, he's a good P.C.
And they say he's a fellow that sings a lot like me.
Well the R.C.M.P. are still here in full force.
A' they're eating sheep and drinking home-brew of course.
The newfie girls are prettier each day,
So I think that I'm in Newfoundland to stay.
They lowered our drinking age to just 19,
To add to our troubles now we have Shadeen.
Come By Chance wil flourish, so 'tis said,
But by then I imagine we will all be dead.
Thank god we don't have troubles in our land,
Like prejudice and the war in Viet Nam.
Our cigarattes cost more likewise our beer,
So what, please god I'll still be here.
We're home again in Newfoundland this year,
Eatin' lots of moose and drinking beer.
A lot of things have changed since '66,
But the province'll still drink moonshine with the mix.
So we're home again in Newfoundland this year.