Lately, newspaper mentioned
cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere
I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey
game's on
Nobody cares they are way
too far gone
Screamin' "boat drinks", something
to keep 'em all warm
This mornin', I shot six holes
in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace
of life's slow
Could you beam me somewhere
Mr. Scott?
Any ol' place here on Earth
or in space
You pick the century and I'll
pick the spot
Oh I know, (I know)
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can't rhyme
it
I gotta go where it's warm
Boat drinks
Waitress I need two more boat
drinks
Then I'm headin' south 'fore
my dream shrinks
I gotta go where it's warm
(I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's warm
(I gotta go where it's warm)
I gotta go where it's WARM!
I gotta go where there ain't
any snow
Where there ain't any blow
'Cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where it's warm
Marco Giunco |
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