Ayup
I'm goin' down east
I'm goin' under
Gonna fill my boots
With the rain & thunder
From Ammonoosuc
Down to Chicopee
I'm gonna ride this river
Right to the sea

I ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a swamp yankee (swamp yankee)
Swamp yankee
Yes I am, swamp yankee

Y'see, my grandpa
He's a half Pequot
Scrapin' a livin'
From a lobster pot
He was raised
By the mooncussers
Methodist deacons
Them turkey buzzards
Grew a family
Of his own
Put down roots
In a field of stone

He ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit cranky (a little bit cranky)
He got the funk (he got the funk)
Of a swamp yankee (swamp yankee)
Swamp yankee
Ah, yes he is, yes he is
Swamp yankee
Hey, ayuh

It's been hardscrabble
Since the mill shut down
But I'm a barnacle
On the edge of town
I built this trailer (oh yes he did)
In the sand

So let the tide come in, I don't care
I'm a lobster man

I ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a swamp yankee (swamp yankee)
I got a yard fulla junk (yard fulla junk)
Ain't nothin' swanky (nothin' swanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
I'm a swamp yankee
Oh, nothin' but a swamp yankee
Yes I am, now lookit, baby
I got the claw
Of a lobstermon
And when I go to work
I get the job done
Tell ya I got the claw
Of nothin' but a swamp yankeemon....

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