This was a real nice clambake

We′re mighty glad we came

The vittles we et

Were good, you bet

The company was the same

Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full

And we are feeling prime

This was a real nice clambake

And we all had a real good time

First come codfish chowder

Cooked in iron kettles

Onions floating on the top

Curlin' up in petals

Throw′d in ribbons of salted pork

An old New England trick

And lapped it all up with a clamshell

Tied onto a bayberry stick

Oh, this was a real nice clambake

We're mighty glad we came

The vittles we et

Were good, you bet

The company was the same

Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full

And we are feeling prime

This was a real nice clambake

And we all had a real good time

Remember when we raked them red hot lobsters

Out of the driftwood fire?

They sizzled and crackled and sputtered a song

Fittin' for an angels′ choir

Fittin′ for an angels

Fittin' for an angels

Fittin′ for an angels choir

We slit 'em down the back and peppered ′em good

And doused 'em in melted butter

Then we tore away the claws and cracked ′em with our teeth

'Cause we weren't in the mood to putter

Fittin′ for an angels

Fittin′ for an angels

Fittin' for an angels choir

Then at last come the clams

Steamed under rockweed and poppin′ from their shells

Just how many of 'em galloped down our gullets

We couldn′t say ourselves, oh

This was a real nice clambake

We're mighty glad we came

The vittles we et

Were good, you bet

The company was the same

Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full

And we are feeling prime

This was a real nice clambake

And we all had a real good time

We said it ′afore and we'll say it again

We all had a real good time!