In order to get our fourteen,
We have to do the best we can,
We fight the heat, we fight the cold,
Cause the government don't give a damn.

It could make you sick to even think,
That life could be this way,
To separate the people,
In Cape Charles and Lodge Bay.

Sometimes we have to do things,
We don't want to do at all,
When we come to realize,
It'll be better in the fall.

Just think about the winter,
Then plainly we see,
We can sit at home and work away,
And get our UIC.

Without it now we'll miss it,
Be it little or a lot,
But we'll be saying Thank the Lord,
We're grateful for what we got.

Now I'm not forgetting you,
Clifford, Rick, and Bob,
I know that you understand,
How hard it is to get a job.

Don't get me wrong, I like my job,
Now I must be on my way,
But still you know, I'd rather be,
In Cape Charles anyway.