| Alright you bums, listen up
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| Sun tan oil don’t go good with a three piece suit
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| You know makes it all oily and stoopid lookin' hu hu
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| Alright all you swing cats
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| Let’s try somethin' new
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| Drag your elbows off the bar
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| And your can from the old barstool
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| There’s a place called the ocean
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| Probably heard about in school
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| Well, they ain’t got no martinis there
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| But man, it’s really cool
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| Guess what barfly buddies
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| Got womens down there too
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| But that’s for romp so Romeo
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| That dummy ain’t got a clue
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| And just for viewing pleasure
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| Head down by the pier
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| And think of all the dough you’ll save
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| On whiskey, gin and beer, mom’s cool
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| Now the moral of this story
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| There’s more to life than jazz and bars
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| So plop your ass down in the sand
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| And look up at the stars
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| And if you’re feelin' homesick
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| Bring a showgirl or two
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| Toss 'em out a volleyball
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| And hey, enjoy the view
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| What’s that? |
| Thats a shell
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| Thats what your little sister is gonna come out of
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| When I say to ya
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| You understand what I’m sayin' bum
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| Oh, don’t stay swimmin' out there
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| Hey thats a dolphin, you know Flipper
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| Thats what they make the tuna sandwiches outta, to make 'em taste
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| They sell 'em at the Deli
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| You know what I’m talking about |