For the wonderful people of Havelock! ENJOY.
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I’m eating mussels in Havelock
Thick fog in winter there a lot
Annoy the owners of the Mussel Pot
By asking for a clam or a scallop
Aroma Aquaculture shout out to them
Lads there known as Jules and Bryn
The best girls in town are all taken
The other 3 are single for a reason
It’s a Sausage Fest in town, that’s why
All the school girls have boyfriends age 25
There’s hair on girls chins, and it sounds like
More hair up there than downstairs, alright?
A Hippo Lives In Havelock, it’s a book
And it’s loved by kids, yeah it’s worth a look
Fish and Chip shop burnt down, it was cooked
Fire Station next door, but too long they took
Local rugby team called that is called Bojacks
And someone for went for a random crap
On the Principal’s doorstep a few years back
No one knows where it is - use Google Maps
How you find Havelock
The Mussel Factory has often got
Compared to University a lot
That’s where the School kids go when out they drop
In Havelock
Kind of like Picton but with no ferry
Petrol Station better pies than the bakery
At 5 o'clock hear the local Donkey
I think his hee-haw is so sexy
They only drink Woodstock or Mussel Juice
Or sometimes they get water from their poos
Add chlorine to sewerage, that’s uncouth
But apparently sometimes that’s the truth
At The Slip Inn they have Slip Inn Cider
Swinging at the Caravan Park every night-a
Place where Tinder doesn’t go alright
Have-A Look at Havelock say the Blenheimites.
Sometimes known as Havelock South
An old boy owns the pub, and man his mouth
Outdrinking patrons day in, day out
Ian’s his name, you can introduce yourself
Not many in Havelock
5-60 people’s all they’ve got
Alleged deer poacher was a local cop
And it’s invaded by Seagulls a lot
That’s Havelock