Onondaga, New York

In the Town of Onondaga there's a road called Onondaga
And it leads you to a boulevard called Onondaga too
There's a park called Onondaga and lake called Onondaga
And it's all within a county titled Onondaga too

There's an Onondaga here, and an Onondaga there
And no one charged with naming these things knows enough to care
The winter's filled with snow, and the summer's filled with rain
But the only thing that's constant in this place would be the name

On a hill called Onondaga there's a school called Onondaga
Down the street from a library titled Onondaga too
There's a nation Onondaga and a language Onondaga
And you can't forget the limestone known as Onondaga too

There's a creek called Onondaga and a district Onondaga
And the most expensive club in town's called Onondaga too
There's a firehouse Onondaga and a college Onondaga
But the Onondaga paper closed in 1932

Well there's an Onondaga here, and an Onondaga there
And no one charged with naming these things knows enough to care
The winter's filled with snow and the summer's filled with rain
But the only thing that's constant in this place would be the name

(Who stole my salt potato?)
(Oh my god it's Jim Boeheim)
(Why is this potato so salty?)
(Ahhh!)
(Why is the traffic light upside down?)
(You call this dumpster a lake?)

There's a southern Onondaga and a northern Onondaga
And some central, eastern, western parts of Onondaga too
There's Canadian Onondaga and a Michigan Onondaga
But the only ones that matter are surrounding Syracuse

Well there's an Onondaga here (And an Onondaga there!)
And no one charged with naming these things knows enough to care
The winter's filled with snow, and the summer's filled with rain
But I can't stop staying the name!



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew William Graber, Matthew William Vorsteg, Timothy Ray Henderson
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