This was a real nice clambake,
We're mighty glad we came.
The vittles we atet
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
Cuz 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 ate
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!

