the sand from my feet It was the very last time that we said goodbye to the beach (Showing off, showing off our teeth) So make one last call back home
alone I'm driving by our house Though I know you're not home But I can see you Your brown skin shining in the sun You got your hair combed back now
on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely These pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley (What the hell is goin' on? Someone's sleepin' in my home) Snoop
that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again Don't run back inside Darling you know just what I'm here
hair Deirdre Do do do do do do Dear dear dear Deirdre I'm glad you're home again Oo ooo ooo Ooo hoooo Oooo hoooo Baby 1 2 3 and you're back with me
back in school we'll remember The cure for the wintertime blues Grab your girl hit the road head on down to the beach You'll be comin' home with sand
I've been laying on my back Like a freight train off a track Trying to find a job to fit my trade With the morning sun come 'round Well I'll be covering
Singin' of surf and sand Now when we look back over all the fun we had If our lifestyle's over now it sure is sad We gotta get back to livin' without
t matter to us Because she knows where it's at And she gets you there in seconds flat She knows all the honkies And the kids are all home in bed (Ooo
don't we unplug the phone? Let's pretend nobody's home, quietly Just you and me, oh how nice that will be All through the week I'll look back upon that
t matter to us Because she knows where it's at And she gets you there in seconds flat She knows all the honkies And the kids are all home in bed (ooo
alone I'm driving by your house Oh no, you're not home And, well, I can see you Your brown skin shining in the sun You got your hair combed back And
in younger years but now, she sits alone With a hundred thousand architectural disasters That she calls homes And Beverly Glen was pretty, all the rich boys
I'm drivin' by your house, though I know you're not at home But I can see you, your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and sunglasses
From all the drugs the one I like more is music From all the junks the one I need more is music From all the boys the one I take home is music From all
alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not at home But I can see you Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and
C'mon yeah c'mon Rock land baby c'mon This is how we do it Money cash cars clothes Money cash cars clothes Boys and girls this is how we play Boys and
silver crosses hammered on a wooden one When the boys came home from Dunkirk Beach, the crest came down to me And I served as stretcher bearer up the back