Up in Fox Island

It's up in Fox Island, prosperity lies
Mackerel are plenty, but not many flies
Business is booming, starvation's unknown
Bananas and oranges and peaches are grown

It's in this big city great people do dwell
Ten story houses, you all know them well
There's Dailys, and Reinholds, McDuffs by the score
The fogarty boys have there huts by the shore

There's railway stations, hotels and cafes
Churches, cathedrals where George Reinhold prays
Radio Stations, art galleries a few
And you come through the sub-way on the six thirty two

One night we decided to have us some fun
We're all feelin' frisky with plenty of rum
To Reinhold's back doorstep, we goes on the drunk
And the rum in our bellies was sure gettin' hot

There's dancin' and singin' and sittin' on chairs
And suddenly we hears a queer noise on the stairs
The door it flies open and Abby comes down
In a big woolen night dress she looks like a clown

Says George, can't make that dollar if he don't get his sleep
There is too much singin' and stampin' of feet
The party's all over, it sure was a fright
Now we won't get to Abby's 'till next Sunday night

It's up in Fox Island, prosperity lies
Mackerel are plenty, but not many flies
Business is booming, starvation's unknown
Bananas and oranges and peaches are grown