Monorail Memorys (sung to the tune of Galway Bay) with a Norwegian accent
By Fred Freeman
If you ever go across the bridge to Ballard
then maybe at the closing of the day,
you'll sit and watch the moon rise oer Ray's Boathouse
and see the sun go down on Shilshoal bay.
Oh the Danish, and the svenska,and the Norskys
all have a years supply herring in the fridge.
They're prepared to live in total isolation
if Ves Uhlman tries to close the Ballard Bridge.
Oh, the smell of lutefisk a cookin in the kitchen
is enuf to keep the strangers far away
for the strangers think that Ballard's really burnin
they don't know that lutefisk always smells that way.
So for all of you who ever lived in Ballard
from Market street to Blue, or Phinny Ridge
we will ask our God to let us make our Heaven
in that dear land across the Ballard Bridge.