Scallop Squad Roadtrip

{plucky acoustic guitar} {laid-back boom bap drum beat kicks in} Yeah,

sub-compact packed to the ceiling.

Four people, one highway.

Destination: Digby.

Dad's at the wheel,

spilled coffee on his knee Mom's mapping out every lighthouse we see

Sis is in the back playing games on her phone While my

stomach is making a terrible moan

We're cruising up the shore,

Nova Scotia beauty But our mission today is culinary duty

{scratched record sound} We are headed down to Digby,

gotta feed the crew

(feed the crew!) Pan-fried scallops in a garlic butter brew

And the Digby parfait,

sweet cherry on top Four hungry travelers and we're not gonna stop

{bright horn section hits} Two hundred kilometers of maritime highway Sis says

'are we there yet?',

Dad says 'do it my way' Fog rolling in but the GPS

is clear The scent of salty water is getting so near

Give me those mollusks,

golden and sweet

No other shellfish can compete (yummmm) First comes the seafood,

fresh from the bay Then comes the dessert to finish the day

Layers of custard, cream,

and cake

The greatest choice we could ever make {instrumental break,

funky bass solo} (oh yeah) We are headed down to Digby,

gotta feed the crew (feed the crew!) Pan-fried scallops in a garlic

butter brew

And

the

Digby parfait, sweet cherry on top Four hungry travelers and we're not

gonna stop {horns soaring} Finally parked,

smell the salt in the air.

Fork in my hand,

wind in my hair.

Scallops are served. Pass the parfait.

Nova Scotia, we did it.

{music fades out on acoustic strum}