The Jam on Jeri's Stump or
Foreman Big Mick Lane

Come all you trueborn Getaway'rs, and listen while I tell
The tale of one young shanty-girl, and what to her befell.
'Twas of the jam on Jeri's Stump, a place of noted fame,
'Tis the song of six brave Shellbacks, and of foreman, Big Mick Lane.

'Twas on one Monday morning, as you shall quickly hear,
When Jeri drove onto the stump, we could not pull her clear.
"Turn out, brave boys" the foreman cried, with a voice devoid of fear,
"And we'll break up the jam on Jeri's Stump, for New Hampshire then she'll steer".

Some of us were willing, while others, they were not.
For to work on jams on Monday, they did not think they'd ought;
But six bold British Shellbacks did offer to remain
To write a song for Jeri's Stump, while watching Big Mick Lane.

The foreman called for planks of wood, to place beneath the wheel
While he got busy with the jack, he thought it no big deal.
But jacking up that car, brave boys, it was so very slow,
We'd written seven verses in the first half-inch or so.

As he lay down upon the grass some buzzards did appear,
Which caused us consternation, but the foreman showed no fear.
He carried on regardless in the face of awful death
But "Those bastards can shit chipmunks," he muttered under his breath.

They'd not positioned many planks, before Big Mick did say
"I would you all be on your guard, for the jam will soon give way".
He had no more than spoke those words, when the car was free again,
Pushed away by those brave Shellbacks and their foreman, Big Mick Lane.

There was much jubilation, we raised a hearty cheer,
In fact we felt so very pleased, we thought we'd have a beer.
But we'd drunk it all the night before, our liquid gold was gone,
So we just took photos of the stump, with Jeri perched thereon.

We found this mighty irksome, you should have heard our cusses.
But there was no more we could do, so we got back on the buses
We waved goodbye to Jeri, off on the road again,
Rescued by the Shellback's song, (with some help from Big Mick Lane)

The car had looked undamaged, we thought that all was well,
But underneath, a serious fault made Jeri's life a hell.
For she'd lost all of her bearings, the effects were seen real soon
Up and down the Jersey Turnpike for all that afternoon.

So if you're at the Getaway, want to get away real fast
Just take a warning by my tale, and please keep off the grass.
Or you will live to rue the day, those stumps will be your bane,
Unless you find some Shellbacks, and foreman Big Mick Lane.