Oh Fire Island...my yearly happy hellos and sad goodbyes.
Cripple creak! So thar ah wuzz...
cracking n'creaking, hobbling away, on my journey, to the Great South Bay.
My hip is not hip, My flee is not fly, My def isnt def, But damn I still try!
Saw me some fishies, a crab and a crane, Visited boats, with scandalous names.
"Puxxxies galore", "Bixxxhes beware", "Que es mas macho," and "Nothin down there".
Sat on a bench, watched the whole world go by, sipping on coffee, then let out a sigh.
I'll miss you my ocean, my tide pools, my bay, I'll miss feeding seagulls, I wish I could stay.
My poles and my nets, are all put away, my kids go to camp, Now the bills I must pay.
Goldfish to pet and orders to ship, getting ready for shows, tomatoes to snip.
It's time to enjoy my very last day And that's how I roll on my f.i. vacay!