[Intro]
Oh, the bay’s misty glow, as the tide ebbs slow,
Fried pickles, oh how they rise,
With Hugh and Ian, laughter galore,
A Canadian tale beneath the skies.
[Verse 1]
On the porch where the salt breeze sings,
We gather 'round, it's a joyful affair,
Two hearty lads with hungry hearts,
In a plate full of crunch, we stake our share.
[Chorus]
Fried pickles! Crunch in the night,
With laughter and cheer, oh what a delight,
Fried pickles! In the pale moonlight,
With Hugh and Ian, our worries take flight.
[Verse 2]
The sizzle and pop paints the air bright,
With every bite, a savory bliss,
They’re golden and crispy, a wonderful sight,
Two friends, the pickles, and memories we kiss.
[Chorus]
Fried pickles! Crunch in the night,
With laughter and cheer, oh what a delight,
Fried pickles! In the pale moonlight,
With Hugh and Ian, our worries take flight.
[Bridge]
Under the stars, under the glow,
Sharing tales of the sea and the snow,
When the world feels heavy and life pulls us down,
In fried pickles, we discover our crown.
[Verse 3]
From the deep fryer’s warmth to our hearts so true,
Every slice tells a bond that won't fray,
Oh sweet Newfoundland, how we cherish you,
In the laughter and pickles, we dance and sway.
[Chorus]
Fried pickles! Crunch in the night,
With laughter and cheer, oh what a delight,
Fried pickles! In the pale moonlight,
With Hugh and Ian, our worries take flight.
[Solo]
(Instrumental with soft flute and guitars, evoking the image of waves lapping the shore)
[Verse 4]
And when the mornings come, with the sun rising high,
We’ll reminisce 'bout the joy of the eve,
With fried pickles in our hearts, we’ll never say die,
In this Newfoundland shanty, we always believe.
[Chorus]
Fried pickles! Crunch in the night,
With laughter and cheer, oh what a delight,
Fried pickles! In the pale moonlight,
With Hugh and Ian, our worries take flight.
[Outro]
So here’s to the friends, the flavors, the fun,
As we raise our plates under the Newfoundland sun,
Fried pickles together, forever we'll stand,
In this life of ours, surrounded by land.
[Fade-Out]
Oh, fried pickles! Laughter so grand...