Lyrics Indiana - Magic City Hippies

Indiana

Half a Havaiana
Girl, you got the glamour
Come to my cabana
You can call me Indiana
And we can slip into pajama
Do the samba
(I hate snakes)
Oh, but you have to
Grab the camera
The black mamba
I pitch a tent like a camper
Pamper me
You make me tight in the tanga
Can’t believe
You spin the wheel like a hamster
And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquake
Kickin' California
Everything we did could’ve wrote a story, brah
Bent over my bed like the shape of Florida
Euphoria, victorious
I’m sort of an explorer but I’d like to see more of us
Hand on the needle
Record plays The Beatles
Dance so deceitful
Yeah, I’d watch that sequel
Your old pipo
He can’t keep up
It belongs in a museum
And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquake
Kickin' California
And if I catch my breath on the West coast
You say go protect what you love most
Gonna paint my life with a fresh coat
Yeah yeah yeah
Gonna catch your death in those wet clothes
Hop a fence and I’m saying let’s go
Go and tie me up to the bedpost
And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquak
Kickin' California
You got the glamour
Girl, you got the glamour
You got that glamour
Girl, you got the glamour