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His lullaby, the waves outside his window,
His father and himself made a wonderful pair;
Five hundred years of fishing in his family,
Still the government wouldn't listen when he said,
"Trouble down there."
It ain't funny, it ain't funny no more.
Fat cat smirking in the land of plenty,
Making jokes about a people from a gentler time;
Sanctioned and applauded the whole gang-rape of the place,
But like any rape they blame the victim for the crime.
It ain't funny, it ain't funny no more.
Now the Newfs are becoming a strain on the Ottawa wallet,
There's no need to be nice - what's left is up for sale;
And the best small boatsmen in the world are on the dole,
Stupid and lazy according to the Globe and Mail.
It ain't funny,
Nobody's laughing now;
It ain't funny,
Something has changed somehow,
It ain't funny, it ain't funny no more.
