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Diddly-da diddly-dum doo.
In the middle of the week,
In the middle of the day,
In the middle of the summer,
In the middle of the bay,
Boots kicked off, feet out to dry,
Lying on the cuddy counting clouds in the sky,
Throw her down and take a break,
To hell with profits you won't make;
Take her slack 'cause you deserve
To rock yourself on the ocean.
Diddly-da diddly-dum doo.
We work like devils from nine to five,
So that we can have eight wheels to drive,
Tubes with colour, plastic bread,
Waves in our ovens and water in our beds,
Frantically driven to compete,
Pile her up, beg borrow, cheat;
No time to play or cross the bay,
Or stop and smell the ocean.
Diddly-da diddly-dum doo.
In the middle of the city with a racket and a roar,
Caged like a rat on the fifteenth floor,
Trying to make a livin' putting paper in a pile,
Hard to find someone with a genuine smile.
Life was never meant to be lived in a box,
We need a little freedom like the gull and the fox;
Grab your chance whenever you can,
And rock yourself on the ocean.
Diddly-da diddly-dum doo.
In the middle of the week,
In the middle of the day,
In the middle of the summer,
In the middle of the bay,
Boots kicked off, feet out to dry,
Lying on the cuddy counting clouds in the sky,
Throw her down and take a break,
To hell with profits you won't make;
Take her slack 'cause you deserve
To rock yourself on the ocean,
To rock yourself on the ocean.
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From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Cuddy - a cabin at the bow or stern of a small vessel or large boat
for accommodation and provisions.
