Turbine Chasers, Get Outta Here!

Verse 1 Well, bys, they rolled in like fog from the sea, With promises of jobs, but it’s all foolery. “Green energy’s the future, that’s what we need,” But we ain't no eejits, we can see their greed. They want the land, the wind, and the shore, But us Newfie folk, we ain't takin' no more. Go on, back to where ye came from, my dear, This island’s ours, so get outta here! Fiddle Solo 🎻 Chorus Chase off, chase off, ye turbine crew, We ain't got time for yer nonsense brew. Go on, get lost, yer not welcome here, We likes our skies wide, our waters clear! Verse 2 Now ye’re buildin' up turbines, blockin' the view, Sayin’ “We’re savin’ the world,” but we sees right through. You’re here for a buck, not the people or land, So pack up yer trucks, yer plans are all canned. We don’t need no blades spinnin' high in the sky, Just give us our fish, our brews, and a fry. So go on, get movin’, take yer greedy rear, 'Cause us islanders says, ye best get outta here! Accordion Solo 🪗 Chorus Chase off, chase off, ye turbine crew, We ain't got time for yer nonsense brew. Go on, get lost, yer not welcome here, We likes our skies wide, our waters clear! Outro So next time ye thinks of comin' around, Remember, b'ys, this here’s our ground. We ain't fooled by yer corporate cheer, This is our home—now get outta here!