Slippin+sloppin+slappin*

Slippin sloppin slappin on the sun-drenched sand Roller blader rolling through a timeless land Tightly packed and bulging in the latest brands A westy sits and laughs and sucks a cold green can Message on his t-shirt saying 'suck this man' Yuppies sippin cappuccinos smirking like they understand One summers day x 3

A feral juggles sandshoes but nobody cares Dancing like a loon he jumps in faded flairs Some Greek boys stop their wrestling to point at his hair An old dear in bikini downs a fresh eclair An old bloke in a suit throws chips into the air A seagull swoops to catch one and then shits into a vacant chair One summers day x 3

The cars along the Esplanade are moving slow The music's like a hammer from the radios It doesn't seem that they have anywhere to go The coppers on their bikes are rolling out on show Stopping just to stare out on the moving glow The Westies keep their voices down there're certain things they've come to know One summers day x 3

A drunk is catching 80 winks he farts and snores Wrestling with his nightmares in the great outdoors The sounds of laughing children float from familied shores I dip my fish and chips into tomato sauce Light a cigarette up fro my second course Just sitting with my baby in our corner of the universe One summers day ....

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