Seagull Mafia of the Jersey Shore

[60s Doo Wop Intro] What is the freakin' deal, with the seagulls at the Jersey Shore? **\[Verse 1]** Set up my towel, got my snacks in a pile Bag of chips, sub, soda on ice for a while Then I hear a squawk, and I freeze in place— A shadow creepin’ slow, right up in my face There’s one on the blanket, two more in flight One flaps down like, “Oh heck, we gonna fight” No shame, no fear, just hungry and rude They came, they saw, they took my food! **\[Chorus]** 🎶 Seagull Mafia, eyes like stone Doin' dirty jobs in the seagull zone They roll in packs, got no remorse Snack jackin’ birds with full-blown force Yeah, they stare you down with that side-eye flair Don’t blink, they’ll be right in your chair Seagull Mafia — beach town kings Stealin’ fries and zeppolees 🎶 [60s Doo Wop scatting] **\[Verse 2]** One’s struttin’ on my towel like it paid the rent Another dive-bombed my niece — and her cookie’s just went They post up like guards on the lifeguard stand Watchin’ for weakness, got the upper hand Try to eat a slice, they’ll make you beg One flew by and took a bite right out my leg! They circle and squawk, then launch their hit— Like a feathered gang with a sandwich fix **\[Chorus]** 🎶 Seagull Mafia, beach patrol Wingin' it dirty like they’re on parole From Wildwood to Seaside Heights They run the dunes like they own the nights Yeah, they glide so smooth, they swoop so fast You blink and your whole lunch is past Seagull Mafia — never backin’ down Feathered outlaws of New Jersey shore towns 🎶 [60s Doo Wop scatting] **\[Bridge – Spoken (with a beat)**] “Hey, I saw one take a funnel cake clean outta someone’s hand!” "Swear on my flip-flops, one of them opened a potato chips bag!" "They organized, man. It’s like the Godfather—but with beaks.” **\[Breakdown]** Clap, clap — here they come Better hide that sticky bun Towel to the left, chips to the right A gull’s gonna strike if it smells a bite **\[Final Chorus]** 🎶 Seagull Mafia, legends in flight Beach-town bullies in the broad daylight No sunblock strong enough to save Your snacks from these salty wave-raised, knaves So pack your cooler, guard it tight— Or they’ll take your lunch and call it a night Seagull Mafia — kingpins with wings Runnin’ this beach like it don’t mean a thing 🎶 **\[Outro – echoing]** Seagull… Mafia… (They run the shore, they run the shore…) Please Watch the Tram Car ! [60s Doo Wop scatting]