Disappear Fear On The Beach
Everybody's on the beach Lovely bodies well in reach I could've had a holiday If that one hadn't gone away Light another cigarette For the buzz you'll never get She lets me drive her brand new car But not when I frequent the bar I'm coming to get you She plays the bongos night and day My headache just won't go away Tomorrow morn they'll find me dead She wears her Russian boots to bed Every day she goes to work Woolen suits and fancy shirts Nylons make the fellows crazy They'd be so surprised to find me I'm coming to get you Ba da da da da...