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This island of ours is a paradise lost
To billions of nippers, flies and wasps!
Our fathers didn't move west furthermore,
There's a million times more in Labrador!
Flies, flies, crawlin' and buzzin',
Chewin' and suckin', and spittin' and hummin';
If it weren't for flies, sakes alive,
We'd be livin' in paradise.
They're crawlin' up yer nose so you cannot breathe,
Gettin' in yer eyes so you cannot see;
There's flies in your pants, shirtsleeves, and shoes,
And nippin' at your bum when your doin' your poo!
Flies, flies, crawlin' and buzzin',
Chewin' and suckin', and spittin' and hummin';
If it weren't for flies, sakes alive,
We'd be livin' in paradise.
Blue arse flies have lots of other names,
What they're called around outhouses I can't say;
They wouldn't bother you but after the turds,
They're into the kitchen crawlin' over desserts.
Flies, flies, crawlin' and buzzin',
Chewin' and suckin', and spittin' and hummin';
If it weren't for flies, sakes alive,
We'd be livin' in paradise.
You're lyin' in bed in the middle of the night,
You closed all the doors and you turned out the lights,
There's a buzzin' in your ear and you swing at a fly,
Missed the dirty nipper and hit the wife in the eye.
Flies, flies, crawlin' and buzzin',
Chewin' and suckin', and spittin' and hummin';
If it weren't for flies, sakes alive,
We'd be livin' in paradise.
There's flies of all sorts, ticks, bees and fleas,
And little tiny buggers when you're trying to sleep;
But the worst fly to get you is not one of these,
But the nip from a zipper when you finish your pee.
Flies, flies, crawlin' and buzzin',
Chewin' and suckin', and spittin' and hummin';
If it weren't for flies, sakes alive,
We'd be livin' in paradise.
Flies, flies, crawlin' and buzzin',
Chewin' and suckin', and spittin' and hummin';
If it weren't for flies, sakes alive,
We'd be livin' in paradise,
Just outside of Mount Pearl.
