Day two down here and the only thing that saved me. Was hair of the dog, some dark dark shades. And too much tylenol. .. Greasy food on the boardwalk with sand in my hair. And somebody else's flip flops on my two left feet. I gotta few pictures to find out just what happened to me. 'N' fill in all of the gaps that I forgot. .. You know day three was a little better. 'N' by day four I was hittin' my stride. Day five I swam in the ocean, took in some sun. And some local hunnies showed me some of their. (ha ha) Local customs. .. If things keep going like this, well I might just have to stay. Maybe build a little cabana where I can just sleep away my days. And I could learn to surf and scuba dive. Instead of just savin up then countin' down. All of my vacation days. Why I gotta keep workin' my life away? On day six I stopped being so existential. Put my feet and my line in the water. Caught a good few then laid back and pulled my hat down When I woke up that night I brushed off ''n' hit the bonfire. Told some stories and passed the guitar around. Day seven reared it's head with the sunrise, and I coulda slowed it down. But I had time and drinks and women left. I'll just sleep on the flight back. I'll just sleep on the flight back. I'll just sleep on the flight back. I'll just sleep on the flight back.
