This Was A Real Nice Clambake

This was a real nice clambake
We're mighty glad we came
The vittles we et
Were good, you bet
The company was the same
Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full
And we are feeling prime
This was a real nice clambake
And we all had a real good time

First come codfish chowder
Cooked in iron kettles
Onions floating on the top
Curlin' up in petals

Throw'd in ribbons of salted pork

An old New England trick

And lapped it all up with a clamshell
Tied onto a bayberry stick

Oh, this was a real nice clambake
We're mighty glad we came
The vittles we et
Were good, you bet
The company was the same
Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full
And we are feeling prime
This was a real nice clambake
And we all had a real good time

Remember when we raked them red hot lobsters
Out of the driftwood fire?
They sizzled and crackled and sputtered a song
Fittin' for an angels' choir

Fittin' for an angels
Fittin' for an angels
Fittin' for an angels choir

We slit 'em down the back and peppered 'em good
And doused 'em in melted butter

Then we tore away the claws and cracked 'em with our teeth
'Cause we weren't in the mood to putter

Fittin' for an angels
Fittin' for an angels
Fittin' for an angels choir

Then at last come the clams

Steamed under rockweed and poppin' from their shells

Just how many of 'em galloped down our gullets
We couldn't say ourselves, oh
This was a real nice clambake
We're mighty glad we came
The vittles we et
Were good, you bet
The company was the same
Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full
And we are feeling prime
This was a real nice clambake
And we all had a real good time
We said it 'afore and we'll say it again
We all had a real good time!