Words and Music by Matt Hanley
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Driving down to Miami. Condo ocean front
Swimmin’ and clubbin with Bettys. Eager to resume the hunt
Pit stop at Pauline’s for cocktails. Fourteen miles to the beach
Got us into a bar fight. The condo’s out of our reach
The condo’s out of our reach
No, get out, but meals are free. Guards, got aggravation
Bunk with bandits. Both have fleas. Doin’ time , county vacation
Dreamin’ of wave facing casa. Where we should’ve waited to drink
Tequila sunrise at Pauline’s. Sunsets in the clink.
Big dude tossin’ a pool stick should’ve been our cue to bail
Defended a woman’s honor. Wound up in county jail.
Wound up in county jail.
No , ocean, we surf concrete. Fluorescent illumination
Kiss up to bailiff, he’s got keys. Doin’ time county vacation
Was lookin’ forward to sunshine, fresh air and citrus fruit
The only orange we’ve gotten is a government issued jumpsuit
Asked to crash in the courtyard. The stuttering bailiff won’t budge
We’re stuck in county ’til Monday. The soonest we can see the judge
The soonest we can see the judge
No, get out, but meals are free. Smokes, a cheap elation
Room with robbers, far from sea. Doin’ time county vacation
Pit stop at Pauline’s for cocktails. 14 miles to the beach.
Defended a woman’s honor
The condo’s out of our reach
The condo is out of our reach.
© 2019 Matthew P. Hanley