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

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