HE  WEAR NO SHOE SHINE,
HE GOT NO SHOES,
HIS FEET ARE NAKED,
THAT'S WHAT HE CHOOSE,
HE WAIT FOR DARKNESS,
NO SUN WILL SHINE,
HE DIG FOR MOLLUSKS,
IGNORE THE SIGN,


CONTAMINATION,
PARASITES GALORE,
THE POPULATION  IS CRYING OUT FOR
MORE, MORE, MORE,

DOWN AT THE RAW BAR THEY PRAISE THE NAME
OF THE MIDNIGHT CLAMMER


HE LIVE IN JERSEY, SHOPPING MALLS & TOLLS,
IMPORTING SHELLFISH FROM THE RARITAN SHOALS.
HIS BOAT IS LEAKY, HIS RAKE IS INSECURE,
HE BAG SOME OLD ONES THAT WERE LYING ON THE FLOOR,

DOWN AT THE RAW BAR THEY PRAISE THE NAME
OF THE MIDNIGHT CLAMMER

 

DOWN AT THE RAW BAR  THEY'RE DROPPING LIKE FLIES,
THE MIDNIGHT CLAMMER THEY BEGIN TO DESPISE,
HE IS A VAMPIRE SLEEPING ALL DAY,
HE DIGS UP RELICS IN EXCHANGE FOR SOME PAY.



DOWN AT THE RAW BAR THEY CURSE THE NAME
OF THE MIDNIGHT CLAMMER
OF THE MIDNIGHT CLAMMER

HIS BOAT IS LEAKY &  HIS RAKE IS INSECURE,
HE DEALS IN PRODUCT EVEN SEAGULLS WOULD IGNORE,

DOWN AT THE RAW BAR THEY CURSE THE NAME
OF THE MIDNIGHT CLAMMER

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