Sun just sank and drowned on Friday night
Drank too much and never learns its lesson
The trader and the beachcomber competing for the right
To credit for creation of perfection
Sneaking through the kitchen, snapping photographs and videos
Terrorizing tiki bars and studios
Donn steps out for a smoke, before he even pulls the lighter out
Dock's a-blazing, run to put the fire out
Danger, danger, there at the edge of the water
The flash of the 3M
Jet ski peels out, heads a few klicks south
Across Half Moon Bay, Denny and the boys do the frog song
Grab bazooka, pop them in the mouth
Take the time to learn where the blade is
Before you go and swing that thing around
Quest for the perfect conga sound, Baxter's sights are set on it
Denny and his men always preventing it
Found the sound and now he walks around like he invented it
Stolen palace with a waterbed in it
And it's danger, danger, there in the woven basket
The crack of the bullwhip
Inland taipan foaming at the mouth
You hold the bronco back, watching him squirm till he earns it
And we'll keep him convinced that he doesn't deserve it
The Orcas - Lounge Wars (feat. Yadders) Lyrics
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Sun just sank and drowned on Friday night
Drank too much and never learns its lesson
The trader and the beachcomber competing for the right
To credit for creation of perfection
Sneaking through the kitchen, snapping photographs and videos
Terrorizing tiki bars and studios
Donn steps out for a smoke, before he even pulls the lighter out
Dock's a-blazing, run to put the fire out
Danger, danger, there at the edge of the water
The flash of the 3M
Jet ski peels out, heads a few klicks south
Across Half Moon Bay, Denny and the boys do the frog song
Grab bazooka, pop them in the mouth
Take the time to learn where the blade is
Before you go and swing that thing around
Quest for the perfect conga sound, Baxter's sights are set on it
Denny and his men always preventing it
Found the sound and now he walks around like he invented it
Stolen palace with a waterbed in it
And it's danger, danger, there in the woven basket
The crack of the bullwhip
Inland taipan foaming at the mouth
You hold the bronco back, watching him squirm till he earns it
And we'll keep him convinced that he doesn't deserve it
Drank too much and never learns its lesson
The trader and the beachcomber competing for the right
To credit for creation of perfection
Sneaking through the kitchen, snapping photographs and videos
Terrorizing tiki bars and studios
Donn steps out for a smoke, before he even pulls the lighter out
Dock's a-blazing, run to put the fire out
Danger, danger, there at the edge of the water
The flash of the 3M
Jet ski peels out, heads a few klicks south
Across Half Moon Bay, Denny and the boys do the frog song
Grab bazooka, pop them in the mouth
Take the time to learn where the blade is
Before you go and swing that thing around
Quest for the perfect conga sound, Baxter's sights are set on it
Denny and his men always preventing it
Found the sound and now he walks around like he invented it
Stolen palace with a waterbed in it
And it's danger, danger, there in the woven basket
The crack of the bullwhip
Inland taipan foaming at the mouth
You hold the bronco back, watching him squirm till he earns it
And we'll keep him convinced that he doesn't deserve it
Writer: Alexander Wanaka
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