[Lyric] Im from Lynn What Can I Say? (Don White (Folk))

[Verse 1]
I was born in the city of Lynn
Home of the first turbine engine
And as if that wasn't enough
It is also the home of Marshmallow Fluff
(Hey, I bet you didn’t know that!)
You can travel the whole country
You'll never find a bigger Fluff factory

[Chorus]
I'm from Lynn, what can I say?
People from Lynn just act this way
I don’t talk slick like I'm from Nahant
(Oh what is in Nahant, you might ask? Well, it's a little island full of incredibly wealthy people that must have done something evil in some other life because God has cursed them and put them on this little island where they can't go anywhеre—without traveling directly through Lynn! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! And this will bafflе them.)
I'm the son of a thirty-year GE man
Lord almighty what can I say?
People from Lynn just act this way

[Post-Chorus]
We know three chords
Get used to 'em
We're not afraid to play 'em over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over and
[Verse 2]
I used to hang around in Barry Park
That is illegal after it gets dark
I would stand on the bleachers where things got smoked
And beer got chug-a-lugged and bottles got broke
Later in the evening when the police come
Twenty-seven juveniles are on the run, that’s right

[Verse 3]
Juveniles are running everywhere you see
Jumping over fences, climbing in trees
But you’re too loaded to get away
Your name is in the paper on the very next day
Your mother and your father just can't believe
You would publicly humiliate the family, yeah

[Chorus]
You see Ma, I’m from Lynn, what can I say?
People from Lynn act this way
I don't talk slick, that's what I said
I'm not from Swampscott, Marblehead
Lord almighty what can I say?
People from Lynn act this way

[Verse 4]
On the corner of every street
Somebody’s cooking something greasy to eat
Deep fat is frying everywhere you look
The town is bound for the record books
It's a million sub shops open all night long
A socio-intestinal phenomenon, yeah
(You want, you want to sing that? That'd be really good. 
Let's try that.)
A socio-intestinal phenomenon
It's a socio-intestinal phenomenon
It's a socio-intestinal phenomenon
(You people are ridiculous!)
[Chorus]
I'm from Lynn, what can I say?
People from Lynn just eat this way
There's no room in my stomach for French cuisine
Give me a bag of cheese curls and a submarine
Julia Child, get out of my face
I'm from Lynn, what can I say?

[Post-Chorus]
I want a steak bomb!
Extra cholesterol!
Cook it up greasy, George
Everybody who owns a sub shop in Lynn is always named George
Aah!
(That's funny, isn't it? If you've ever been to Lynn or Chelsea or Revere or—our sister city in the metropolitan region which you know is Somerville—if you go to any of these cities, any of our sister cities, and you, uh, go up to a place that says "House of Pizza" on the front, inevitably inside you will find four guys in red and white striped shirts who through eons of genetic mutation have been able to maintain a five o'clock shadow twenty-four hours a day. And somehow they're all named George and I'm not sure exactly why that is. Um, I'm gonna get back to the song now.)

[Verse 5]
I left Lynn ten years ago
I did not know where I was gonna go
There was ten people leaning up against the bar and grill
It's ten years later, they're leaning there still
Half of my friends who are not on the street
Are dead, in jail, or Jesus freaks
And they're annoying me

[Chorus]
Well I am from Lynn, what can I say?
People from Lynn act this way
I don't talk slick, that's what I said
They won't even let me into Marblehead
They're afraid I'll steal something
And they're probably right
Don't be staring at me that way
I'm from Lynn, what can I say?
[Outro]
Thank you.