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Take a trip down to the DR, and you'll see what we mean. Until then, try to find the fourteen mixed drinks hidden in this song.
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Lyrics
Verse 1:
Saw her comin on a clam shell
And what the hell,
(See she comes from the sea
See if shell swim a spell).
Talked up a storm
It was gone by mid-night
Too early in the morning
Too late at night,
My chances were blown.
Well I shouldve known.
Took a [side car] outta [Manhattan]
Looking for some
[Sex on the beach]
Till I reached a place where your age dont matter;
Rather your manners and how well you can teach
Yourself to find a new self,
Be someone else.
Verse 2:
Fell down in the sand,
A [sunrise] in my hand
(a little less sun than I planned).
And you know the damn [daiquiri]
Turned its back on me,
So I can hardly stand.
I wave hi to the [zombie]
Lying next to me.
Hes as [dry as a martini]
Doesnt mean he cant see me.
I say, My
How the [mai-tai] does fly.
Just then he spoke,
Is this some kind of joke?
Cause theres [booze in my tea]
and theres [rum in my coke].
So Johnny Z gets up
And says to me,
This aint no place for a young man to be!
I know a club just up the road with a load of ladies
Just waiting
To break your acquaintance,
And aint this
What youve been wanting to see?
Well you see right through me.
Verse 3:
Well the club was slammin
And the girls were bangin
But Im trapped in the back
And hangin there
But hangin loose not doing jack.
Just watch a [white Russian] rush in,
[Alexander] [Gibson]
Slips in
And he mutters citrus stutters,
B-b-b-brother,
m-m-make the [mimosa] this night.
So I catch my groove
In the arms of a native
Whos willing to move
For the price of a peso
And hey, so
Just what do I say?
Te gusta bailar?
Didnt get me too far.
Hey waiter, take me back to a bar
Where the drinks are free.
This [colodas] too rich for me.
Verse 4:
Wander back to the shore
And collapse once more
With regret in my mouth
And my stomach sore.
So I question the stars:
Howd we fall this far?
We had a picture perfect post-card prospect,
Now look where we are.
Just what I feel,
I cant really tell,
But alls well that
Cant end so well.
So long as it ends,
You can always pretend
That youre better off now
Then you ever were then
I should have known.
Saw her comin on a clam shell
And what the hell,
(See she comes from the sea
See if shell swim a spell).
Talked up a storm
It was gone by mid-night
Too early in the morning
Too late at night,
My chances were blown.
Well I shouldve known.
Took a [side car] outta [Manhattan]
Looking for some
[Sex on the beach]
Till I reached a place where your age dont matter;
Rather your manners and how well you can teach
Yourself to find a new self,
Be someone else.
Verse 2:
Fell down in the sand,
A [sunrise] in my hand
(a little less sun than I planned).
And you know the damn [daiquiri]
Turned its back on me,
So I can hardly stand.
I wave hi to the [zombie]
Lying next to me.
Hes as [dry as a martini]
Doesnt mean he cant see me.
I say, My
How the [mai-tai] does fly.
Just then he spoke,
Is this some kind of joke?
Cause theres [booze in my tea]
and theres [rum in my coke].
So Johnny Z gets up
And says to me,
This aint no place for a young man to be!
I know a club just up the road with a load of ladies
Just waiting
To break your acquaintance,
And aint this
What youve been wanting to see?
Well you see right through me.
Verse 3:
Well the club was slammin
And the girls were bangin
But Im trapped in the back
And hangin there
But hangin loose not doing jack.
Just watch a [white Russian] rush in,
[Alexander] [Gibson]
Slips in
And he mutters citrus stutters,
B-b-b-brother,
m-m-make the [mimosa] this night.
So I catch my groove
In the arms of a native
Whos willing to move
For the price of a peso
And hey, so
Just what do I say?
Te gusta bailar?
Didnt get me too far.
Hey waiter, take me back to a bar
Where the drinks are free.
This [colodas] too rich for me.
Verse 4:
Wander back to the shore
And collapse once more
With regret in my mouth
And my stomach sore.
So I question the stars:
Howd we fall this far?
We had a picture perfect post-card prospect,
Now look where we are.
Just what I feel,
I cant really tell,
But alls well that
Cant end so well.
So long as it ends,
You can always pretend
That youre better off now
Then you ever were then
I should have known.
