Well, I see the townies holding hands
While the strapping young weirdo stands in the street
His heart breaking with every breeze
And she liked the way her breasts fell asleep
In the soft dress that her momma made on the beach
She admired his tan, oh
And even when the rain spit
Those lovers just stripped on a tree branch
Just getting their fix on the leaves, man
Well, I hope she nevеr leaves him
Oh, oh
And I was pressеd on the bedroom floor
To a warm face, my lips upon yours in your dreams, girl
May you be in mine, too
And I thought she gave me the universe
In a flaming, pumpkin herse
In all the strepony, well, we look a cruising scowl
Oh, oh