Up In Fox Island

It's up in Fox Island, prosperity lies

Mackerel are plenty, but not many flies

Business is booming, starvation's unknown

Bananas and oranges and peaches are grown.

It's in this big city great people do dwell

Ten story houses, you all know them well

There's Dailys, and Reinholds, McDuffs by the score

The fogarty boys have there huts by the shore.

There's railway stations, hotels and cafes

Churches, cathedrals where George Reinhold prays

Radio Stations, art galleries a few

And you come through the sub-way on the six thirty two.

One night we decided to have us some fun

We're all feelin' frisky with plenty of rum

To Reinhold's back doorstep, we goes on the drunk

And the rum in our bellies was sure gettin' hot.

There's dancin' and singin' and sittin' on chairs

And suddenly we hears a queer noise on the stairs

The door it flies open and Abby comes down

in a big woolen night dress she looks like a clown.

Says George, can't make that dollar if he don't get his sleep

There is too much singin' and stampin' of feet

The party's all over, it sure was a fright

Now we wont get to Abby's 'till next Sunday night.

It's up in Fox Island, prosperity lies

Mackerel are plenty, but not many flies

Business is booming, starvation's unknown

Bananas and oranges and peaches are grown.