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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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I was giggin' in a bar in Toronto....
"Hey, Newfie, whatcha' doin' here?
Our taxes pay for your welfare cheques,
So you can sit around and drink beer..."
And I said, "Sir...
We are famous for our sense of fun,
Better believe me when I sing;
I work every day, I pay my own way,
And I don't owe you a thing.
I'm a Newfoundland man,
I'm a Newfoundland man;
I'm a Newfoundland man,
I'm a Newfoundland man.
Drill for oil, fish and farm the soil,
Loggin' or minin' underground;
At every kind of work all around the world,
Newfoundlanders can be found.
From Beaumont Hamel to Afghanistan,
Doing what they had to do;
If they lived or they died, they did it all with pride,
They don't owe anything to you.
Newfoundland man,
I'm a Newfoundland man;
I'm a Newfoundland man,
I'm a Newfoundland man.
Well now my song is at an end,
Hope you've enjoyed this little tale;
Why don't you go and wipe your ass,
With a copy of the Globe And Mail?!
I'm a Newfoundland man,
I'm a Newfoundland man;
I'm a Newfoundland man,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah,
Oh, yeah,
Oh, yeah, I'm a Newfoundland man,
Oh, yeah, I'm from Newfoundland,
Oh, yeah, (Damn right! We understand!)
Oh, yeah, I'm a Newfoundland man;
I'm a Newfoundland man.