"Sweat on the Sidewalk"

To the tune of "Blood on the Saddle")

There was sweat on the sidewalk
And tears on the ground,
And the plants wouldn't grow
For the salt all around.

Stand me up on a soapbox
And let me expound,
Put up the roadblocks
And make a great sound.

Victoria County
Is gonna be dead.
Kawartha Lakes
Is the new name instead.

Hey neighbors please wake up,
And don't sleep no more,
You've got to go down to
Chris Hodgson's front door.

If you don't do nothin',
It won't go away,
You just can't ignore it,
As you work and you play.

They want you to sit there
And don't do a thing,
Just pay double taxes
To Harris the King.

They want to impress you
And make you to think
That they're savin' you money,
But they'll drive you to drink,

'Cause they won't save you nothin'
But they'll cost you a pile,
And to find out the truth
You gotta walk a long mile.

You've got to be like
The lion that roared,
You've got to talk to
The Transition Board.

The hockey and skating
Arenas may close,
'Cause they've got to pay for
Their ribbons and bows.

Well do you love Victoria,
Do you have what it takes
I hope I don't bore you:
Stop Ka'-war-tha Lakes.

There was sweat on the sidewalk
And tears on the ground,
Now get on the blower
And make a great sound.