Don't Cook Seafood in New England in the Winter

Clams, linguini, calamari
Crab and lobster too
I don't much care for salmon
But a tuna just might do

An appetite for scallops
Gettin' crabby 'bout my dinner
'Cause my mama told me, baby,
Don't cook seafood in New England in the winter

Fish are swimming near the shore
Throw in my little hook
Fillet the little sucker
Run home so I can cook

The rebel's cause is calling
Got a craving for a dish
Succulent and slimy
I cook my stinking fish

A ranchious, ranking odor
Permeates the air
Offending fish, a gift
To a cabbie for a fare

All the mussels in the world
Won't help unstick the window
I'm dying of the odor
Off to Motel 6 I go

An appetite for scallops
Gettin' crabby 'bout my dinner
'Cause my mama told me, baby,
Don't cook seafood in New England in the winter