Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lying on a Beach , by - Joel Plaskett. Release date: 21.02.2005
Song language: English
Lying on a Beach |
| Somebody introduced me |
| To a member of the club |
| I think that they confused me |
| With some other rub-a-dub-a-dub |
| Now, I work on the fifth floor |
| And nothing is my fault |
| I take advice like margueritas |
| With a heavy grain of salt |
| I always wake up in the night |
| Wondering if I’m doing it right |
| And if I had my way |
| I’d be getting on this flight tonight |
| And in the morning I’d be |
| Lying on a beach in the sun |
| Lying to my family and friends |
| Telling them that I have begun |
| Trying to find the means to an end |
| Lying on a beach in the sun |
| Lying just to cover my ass |
| Lying in the sun on the beach |
| Burning like the girls in the grass |
| I should be working on my manners |
| But I’m working on my website |
| All you star-spangled scanners |
| Trying to photocopy moonlight |
| Staring at the computer screen |
| Feeling so alone and obscene |
| Getting restless |
| Getting randy |
| Getting mean |
| Lying on a beach in the sun |
| Looking for a little romance |
| The temperature’s a hundred and one |
| Everybody take off your pants |
| Lying on a beach in the sun |
| Trying to figure out what to do |
| Lying in the sun on the beach |
| I realized I did not have a clue |
| I’m full of hocus pocus |
| And I’m slower than molasses |
| I’m coming in and out of focus |
| Like a magic pair of glasses |
| I go down to the staff room at lunchtime |
| I’m like a joke but there’s never a punch line |
| And if you step on my toes I’ll blow up just like a landmine |
| Give me a reason I’ll be |
| Lying on a beach in the sun |
| Nobody but my money and me |
| Is this your definition of fun |
| I’m bored it’s only twenty past three (You should go for a swim) |
| I’ll still be clinging to the company line |
| There’s sharks out there I think I saw a fin |
| Or maybe I’m just losing my mind |
| Somebody take a memo |
| We’re all on automatic |
| When I get it back together |
| We’re gonna need a little static |
| Somebody check my pulse |
| Slap me in the face |
| Show me what I’m made of |
| Get me out of this place |
| It’s like a weird technological dream |
| Watching buddies turn into machines |
| We never get our hands dirty |
| But paradise is never this clean |
| Come on |
| Lying on a beach in the sun |
| Don’t want to get burned to a crisp |
| You want something to remember me by |
| You can save it on a floppy disk |
| So long |
| Farewell |
| You can kiss my ass goodbye |
| If I don’t jump ship right now |
| I’ll never figure out how to fly |