| Cold can sweatin' in the sun
|
| Can I get another hit from your water gun
|
| Nine hours to the closest beach
|
| But my next door neighbor’s got a new AGP
|
| And he’s filling it up, yeah
|
| We might be landlocked
|
| We might be damn hot
|
| We can build a sand box in the back of
|
| Your pick-up truck, in the parking lot
|
| When life don’t give you waves
|
| You spike some lemonade
|
| Get all tank topped and flip flopped
|
| Everybody on the block is landlocked
|
| The sky looks kind of like the sea
|
| And a big box fan feels kind of like an ocean breeze
|
| The chairs are cheap, the towels are free
|
| Can you rub a little suntan lotion on my back
|
| It’s like that, here in the heartland part of the map
|
| Where we’re landlocked
|
| And it’s damn hot
|
| We can build a sand box in the back of
|
| Your pick-up truck, in the parking lot
|
| When life don’t give you waves
|
| You spike some lemonade
|
| Get all tank topped and flip flopped
|
| Everybody on the block is landlocked
|
| Landlocked and we’re damn hot
|
| Lock it up, lock it down
|
| Rocket fly over towns
|
| Idaho to Tennessee, Oklahoma
|
| I know you feel me
|
| Landlocked and it’s damn hot
|
| We can build a sand box in the back of
|
| Your pick-up truck, in the parking lot
|
| When life don’t give you waves
|
| You spike some lemonade
|
| Get all tank topped and flip flopped
|
| Everybody on the block is landlocked
|
| Landlocked and we’re damn hot |