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Showing up late, hoping I'll see you there
Flowers around my neck, pretending I'm fine
Warm nights feeling cold when you're not around
Wishing this coconut were your hand in mine
I've limboed down to the floor, and lower even more
Bent back so my frown looks like a smile
I'm boogying hard, but my heart's not in the place
You know dancing alone is not my style
This party is dying
There's nothing fun to do
I guess I'll just go home
Can't spell luau without u
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Guam, Baby, Guam
03:01
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I don’t wanna be on the mainland
Don’t wannabe be so landlocked
I can taste the waves, from my grave
dug a thousand miles away from the dock
I’m tired of having to be responsible
being distant from the beach is a crime
I’m clocking out for the rest of the week
I’m putting in some island time
I’m blocking out all of the sounds coming from my life
I’m burying myself in the sand
I’m shutting down anyone that is wanting me to work
You don’t understand, don’t understand
I’m gone, baby, gone
My bags are packed
I’m giving all my goodbyes
Regaling tales of sailing to my friends
But they know that they’re all lies
I’m not going to leave the town
Maybe pretend that I’m really there
I’ll just make a drink or two or three
and pass out in my recliner chair
I’m blocking out all of the sounds coming from my life
I’m burying myself in the sand
I’m shutting down anyone that is wanting me to work
You don’t understand, don’t understand
I’m gone, baby, gone
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Boardwalk Dairy Queen
03:07
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Saw you working at the sunglass hut
I think it was a quarter past three
Even though you were wearing shades
I can tell you were looking at me
I remember our first date
Thought my denim vest was neat
So I wrote you this letter
Inviting you to
Meet me at the Dairy Queen
Off the boardwalk at VA beach
We can watch the people pass us by
I feel so peachy keen
When it’s you, my dilly bar, and me
With you there’s no clouds in the sky
When I see you there
You blow my mind away
I’m head over heels like a blizzard flipped upside down
And after all these years
Through the bright and grey
You make me feel like
Every day is a sundae
Meet me at the Dairy Queen
Off the boardwalk at VA beach
We can watch the people pass us by
I feel so peachy keen
When it’s you, my dilly bar, and me
With you there’s no clouds in the sky
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Heatwave
02:05
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Jump in the pool
Turn on the A/C
Ride out the heatwave
The sun is beating down on the asphalt
It’s so hot I can cook my eggs
We need to stay in before we start to melt
Into puddles
Jump in the pool
Turn on the A/C
Ride out the heatwave
I’ve sweated through three shirts since this morning
This summer is starting to suck
When the ice in my drink quickly starts to melt
It’s clearly a problem
Jump in the pool
Turn on the A/C
Ride out the heatwave
Do you remember when
We’d be outside with our friends
Don’t know when that will happen again
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I never thought I'd ever be in this dilemma
Where I would leave all that I love behind
For the first few months felt just like vacation
But here I am stuck in a lost state of mind
Coming back home but nothing's familiar
Nothing was there that made me who I am today
Without rose-tinted glasses, it's all just peculiar
I guess they're right, nothing gold can stay
and all I have are the pictures of my life back then
and the memories I'll glamorize
I'll look back on those times with a fond look and a
drink in my hand, tears in my eyes
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Shipwrecked
03:04
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I'm trying to find my way back after being shipwrecked
Don't know when I'm gonna be back home
Don't know when I'll be back home
You may see me at the bar with a drink in my hand
I could be thinking what could have been, I may be on stage with my band
But these days I'm nervous, stressin' bout surviving
The weather outside is so scary, but goddammit I am thriving
I'm trying to find my way back after being shipwrecked
Don't know when I'm gonna be back home
Don't know when I'll be back home
It's been nearly 50 days, and I'm still lost
I don't know my north to my south, I don't know what seas I have crossed
but I think I'm happy, or I may be going a bit mad
That my isolation isn't all that bad
I'm trying to find my way back after being shipwrecked
Don't know when I'm gonna be back home
Don't know when I'll be back home
Just wait 'til you see when I touch on home ground
I know things will be different, I know things will have changed
But the trip is taking so long and there's no end in sight
Gonna hunker down and hold on tight
Don't know when I'm gonna be back home
Don't know when I'm gonna be back
I'm trying to find my way back after being shipwrecked
Don't know when I'm gonna be back home
Don't know when I'll be back home
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Caribbean Love
03:16
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Sippin on mai tais, loving the sound of the ocean
Feeling the sand between our toes
We’re blastin Buffett, the crowd is groovin
But it’s just you and I alone in Buffalo
Waking up early to scrape the ice off our cars
You and I burnt from our daily vocation
I miss my shorts, you miss the sun, and we miss looking at the stars
Prayin’ to Saint Marten to take us on a beach vacation
You and me, let’s get away. We don’t need a place to stay.
We just need to get out of this place
The beach is where we could be in. Hangin’ in the Caribbean
Feel the waves crashing into our sweet embrace
Kissing you never felt so great as we’re on our tropical date
Me and you lovin in the island weather
I wish that we could stay here, maybe we could disappear
Spend our whole lives chillin together
You and me, let’s get away. We don’t need a place to stay.
We just need to get out of this place
The beach is where we could be in. Hangin’ in the Caribbean
Feel the waves crashing into our sweet embrace
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Halloween Beach Party
03:20
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I’m having a party this Halloween
and inviting all my spooky friends
We’re gonna take it to the beach
It’ll be a scary sight to be seen
Bring your sandals and put your costume on
The wolfman is bringing his guitar
Mummy’s surfin and ghouls are grooving
The party is lasting til the break of dawn
Dunno when this’ll happen again
Spending time with my graveyard friends
It may be unusual, beaching with the paranormal
Wish this party never ends
Follow rules, if you’re able
Garlic and silver are not allowed
When zombies come, we’re havin fun
Usin tombstones for a pong table
Howls and cackles cut through the wolfman band
the beach is masking the stench of death
We’ve got some looks, but we don’t care
It’s nothing that they can understand
Dunno when this’ll happen again
Spending time with my graveyard friends
It may be unusual, beaching with the supernatural
Wish this party never ends
Bigfoot is rocking a speedo
Frankenstein’s monster is making drinks
The Mothman cometh and is making s’mores
for members of Plastic Flamingos
Trick or treaters please beware
The party is frightfully fun
This may not be for the faint of heart
If you come, you’re in for a scare
Dunno when this’ll happen again
Spending time with my graveyard friends
It may be unusual, beaching with the paranormal
Wish this party never ends
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Plastic Flamingos Raleigh, North Carolina
Entertaining Brian's love of pop punk, ska, Pauly Shore movies, and summertime since 2019
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