I live in Newport, RI, Talk about tourism. My wife wrote the words to the following, you can easily catch onto the melody. It could apply as well to the Pacific Northwest. Though they can sometimes be bothersome, we, nevcertheless, like them o.k. Newport's life depends on their visits. So, the following is offered good naturedly.

TIPTOE THROUGH THE TOURISTS. (words by Donna Gibson C1992)

I
Tiptoe through the tourists, it's the purest kind of native glee.
So come tiptoe through the tourists with me.
Can't get near the beaches, that'l teach yez, to live by the sea,
so come tiptoe through the tourists with me.

knee deep in traffic we'll play
Don't park, they'll tow you away
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I'm here to tell you that...........

Summer, is a bummer, when there's nothing you can do for free, but,
Tiptoe through the tourists with me.

II
Way back, last December, you remember, how it used to be
When you tiptoed past the "Condo's" with me
There was Bar room, there was Car room, and landlords rented more reasonably
When you tiptoed 'cross the ice floes with me.

We were so happy and gay
Planning new pot holes for May
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But though they.......

Bore us and ignore us, we give directions cheerfully
So come tiptoe through the tourists with me.