(Verse 1) We're packing up the camper, got our map all upside down, Heading east or maybe west, through every Newfoundland town. First stop is Gander, or was it Goose Bay? Either way, we’re lost as heck, but hey, we're on our way! (Chorus) Oh, we're lost and we're spinning, as we travel ‘cross the rock, From St. John’s to somewhere else, just guessing as we walk. Kissing cod, tasting screech, tripping on a dock, Newfoundland, oh Newfoundland, we’re laughing at our flock! (Verse 2) We’ll visit L'Anse aux Meadows, or was it L'Anse-au-Loup? Vikings, or Frenchies, I don’t know, we’re such a clueless crew. Then off to Twillingate, or Twilling-gone, who knows? Chasing icebergs in July, while wearing winter clothes! (Chorus) Oh, we're lost and we're spinning, as we travel ‘cross the rock, From St. John’s to somewhere else, just guessing as we walk. Kissing cod, tasting screech, tripping on a dock, Newfoundland, oh Newfoundland, we’re laughing at our flock! (Verse 3) We’ll head to Fogo Island, or maybe it’s St. Pierre, Island’s like the moon, or was that in the air? Stop by a kitchen party, or was it someone's shed? Dance with ghosts of fishermen, or is that in my head? (Chorus) Oh, we're lost and we're spinning, as we travel ‘cross the rock, From St. John’s to somewhere else, just guessing as we walk. Kissing cod, tasting screech, tripping on a dock, Newfoundland, oh Newfoundland, we’re laughing at our flock! (Bridge) Oh, the winds are wild and wacky, and I think I lost my hat, Tried to pet a caribou, but it was just a cat. Newfie jokes and jigs, confusing as they get, But we’re laughing, we’re crying, and we’re totally inept! (Verse 4) We’ll finish in St. John’s, or is this Harbour Grace? George Street’s got some pubs, or maybe just one place. Raise a glass to Newfoundland, the isle of fun and lore, We’ll leave with aching sides and heads, from laughing so much more! (Chorus) Oh, we're lost and we're spinning, as we travel ‘cross the rock, From St. John’s to somewhere else, just guessing as we walk. Kissing cod, tasting screech, tripping on a dock, Newfoundland, oh Newfoundland, we’re laughing at our flock! (Outro) So here’s to Newfoundland, with your wild and wacky ways, We’ll sing and dance and laugh, through all our wandering days. With every twist and turn, we’re shouting, “Where’s the way?” Newfoundland, oh Newfoundland, you’ve made our holiday!
