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It was just the other night
In a foggy hazy dream
Joe Smallwood appeared and said
Things just aren't as they seem
The fish is gone the flour is high
And Granny Snooks she must have cried
The arse is out the cod are gone
But Joey's words still linger on
Like ya would !
Well then next upon the scene
Now buddy lets out roars
I'm the one no one remembers
But my name tag says Frank Moores
Now just like my term in office
I have nothing good to add
So remember what Joey told you
And know that you'd been had
Like ya would !
The door it swings wide open
And his nibs is right on cue
It's Brian Peckford walking
In a velvet leisure suit
Now don't listen to theses other bys
They're plainly mad you see
If Newfoundland is getting you down
Just move out to BC
Like ya would !
Well the premiers kept on at it
As this songs it plainly tells
But you ain't seen nothing till you've seen the furor
The honourable Clyde Wells
Now don't listen to those other bys
Compared to them I'm God
Now pardon me I'm off to Ches's
For chips and russion cod
Like ya would !
So here ends the story of my paranormal dream
Of Joey, Frank, Brian and Clyde
Our Newfoundland dream team
So in our next election
You must carefully take note
Do nothing sit home read a book or get loaded
But don't even bother to vote.
Like ya would !