Wasi River Mussels (Tipper Sticker Remix)

Lyrics draft

Down by the Wasi where the moonlight bends,
There’s a little old bridge with expensive friends.
Steel in the shadows, gravel in the ground,
And a banjo beat when the sun goes down.

She said, “Boys, don’t stare at the shells on the shore,
There’s infrastructure buried under that floor.”
I tipped my hat, said, “Ma’am, I won’t tussle,
I came down here for the Wasi River mussels.”

Wasi River mussels, shining in the mud,
Pearls under pressure and a whole lot of flood.
Kick that bridge and make it rattle,
Shake that banjo like a gravel battle.
Wasi River mussels, don’t you make me blush,
We’re classy in the moonlight, dirty in the rush.

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There’s a sign on the road and a shop on the hill,
Old man’s legacy, iron and will.
Everybody laughed, said, “That story can’t be,”
Then the cheque cleared clean and the bridge said, “See?”

Well I’ve danced for less and I’ve sold for more,
I’ve left high heels by a loading door.
If you want my pearls, bring a crane and muscle,
And don’t go cheap on the Wasi River mussels.

Wasi River mussels, shining in the mud,
Pearls under pressure and a whole lot of flood.
Kick that bridge and make it rattle,
Shake that banjo like a gravel battle.
Wasi River mussels, don’t you make me blush,
We’re classy in the moonlight, dirty in the rush.

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Feathers on the guardrail, boots in the clay,
Fiddle player sweatin’ like it’s judgment day.
One hand on the railing, one hand on the deal,
Seventy feet of “baby, this is real.”

Gentlemen…
Please keep your eyes on the approved crossing.

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South of the river where the pit lies still,
North of the trouble and the old tax bill,
There’s a moonshine chorus by the cedar and pine,
Singing “as-is, where-is, form a line.”

No warranty honey, no tender touch,
But the steel’s got charm and the gravel’s got crush.

So polish your boots and don’t you hustle,
You need permission for the Wasi River mussels.

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Wasi River mussels, shining in the mud,
Pearls under pressure and a whole lot of flood.
Kick that bridge and make it rattle,
Shake that banjo like a gravel battle.
Wasi River mussels, don’t you make me blush,
We’re classy in the moonlight, dirty in the rush.

Classy in the moonlight—
Dirty in the rush!
Wasi River mussels—
Better bring a brush!