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Seventy miles of wind and spray,
Seventy miles of water,
Seventy miles of open bay,
It's a garbage dump.
What's that stinky creek out there,
Down behind the slum's back stair,
Sludgy puddle, sad and gray?
Why man, that's San Francisco Bay!
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Big Solano and the Montecell',
Ferry boats, I knew them well,
Creak and groan in their muddy graves,
Remembering San Francisco Bay.
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Joe Ortega and the Spanish crew
Sailed across the ocean blue,
Came into this mighty Bay,
Stood on the decks and cried, "Ole!"
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Fill it here, fill it here,
Docks and tidelands disappear,
Shaky houses on the quakey ground,
The builder, he's Las Vegas bound.
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"Dump the garbage in the Bay?"
City fathers say, "Okay.
When cries of anguish fill the air,
We'll be off on the Riviere."
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