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On a summer day
in the month of May
a burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane
through the sugar cane,
he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along
he sang a song
of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay
for many a day,
and he won't need any money
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
in the cigarette trees
near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs
where the buzzard sings
on the Big Rock Candy Middletown
There's a lake of gin
we can both jump in,
and the handouts grow on bushes.
In the new-mown hay
we can sleep all day,
and the bars all have free lunches.
Where the new train stops
and there ain't no cops,
and the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks
and you never throw rocks,
And your hair is never parted.
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
in the cigarette trees
near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
on the Big Rock Candy Middletown
Oh, a farmer and his son,
they were on the run,
to the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son,
"Why don't you come
to the big rock candy Middletown?"
So the very next day
they hiked away,
the mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived
at the lemonade tide,
on the Big Rock Candy Middletown.
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
in the cigarette trees
near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
on the Big Rock Candy Middletown!
One evening as
the sun went down
and the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came
a devious clown,
and he said "I‘m not paying."
"I'm heading for a land
that's far away
beside the crystal fountains;"
"So come with me,
we'll go and see
the Big Rock Candy Mountains."
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
there's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes
and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
and the cigarette trees,
The lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Middletown.
In the Big Rock Candy Middletown,
all the taxpayers have wooden heads.
And we can tax all day,
and let the commoners pay,
And man won’t that be sweet?
Man won’t that be sweet?
The slum lord’s lands
are full of fruit,
and we can stay for free.
Oh I'm bound to go
where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall,
And the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Middletown!
In the Big Rock Candy Middletown,
They never change their plan,
The Olde Tyme Shoppes,
The fountain slops,
And corruption never stops,
No, corruption never stops.
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