Winnebacome, Winnebago
(song written by Jon Campbell, recorded on "Ferrying to the Isle of Block.")

Come summer they flock to the beaches and the docks
They've got brown vinyl sandals and black nylon socks
They've got a red peeling nose, and synthetic clothes
And from June to September it's anything goes.

Where's my flip-flop? Where's the gift shop?
Are you feeling sad?
Winnebacome, Winnebago
Clamcakes and chowda and stuffies to go
There's a slick on the bay of Bain de Soleil
And Labor Day weekend seems light-years away.

They're out fishing for flats wearing Budweiser hats
They've got a new Boston Whaler with the cooler up in back.
They go for a spin loaded on gin
And get stuck hard aground till the tide comes back in.

They'll be gridlocked at the town dock;
Are you feeling sad?
Winnebacome Winnebago
It's a long rainy weekend they got no place to go
There's a red tide today and a shark in the bay
And Labor Day weekend seems light-years away.

When the flea bites, jellyfish stings
Are you feeling sad?
Watch a mobster eat a lobster
Are you feeling sad?
They've got sand in their eyes, and a burn on their thighs
And the last to the grinder is covered with flies
There's a squid in the sink, the tv's on the blink
They've got a bucket of crabs that's beginning to stink

Citronella, beach umbrella
Are you feeling sad?
Winnebacome, Winnebago
Well, there's no place to park any place that you go
So let's count license plates from the midwestern states
And hope after Labor Day things will get straight.

With the sunshine comes a gas line
Are you feeling sad?
Be abrasive with the natives
Are you feeling sad?
(fade out to muddle of voices: "Will the owner of Rhode Island registration..." "He doesn't look old enough to be a captain!" "Vinne, get outta there!" "Sorry, parking lots closed." etc)

Line Breaks <br> added.
-Joe Offer-