Stan Rogers - Up in Fox Island lyrics

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 wont 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.