Our work is almost done here
We're down to the very last cop
Cop can't stand up
Not with all of us on top
What about the militia?
Good question, I'm glad you asked
They can't shoot us
When we're dancing so fast
Let's make like a tree and leave
Let's make like stockings and run
Cue the little drummer boy playing us out
A-rum-ba-bum-bum
Leave the city and hit the beach
Trade doom for danger
All the radio stations are static
But your car has a six-disc changer
Tide's coming in
Tide never goes out
Birds chatter on the dock
Who knows what they're talking about
This one looks friendly
That one looks mean
But this old pedal-boat swan
She'll be the bird queen
You got the cooler
I got the deck chairs
Snorkel, fins, and goggles
There's a lot of water out there
Little boat big ocean
Just look at these whitecaps
When the moon comes out
Bar's open, time for a nightcap
Precious little corkscrew
So glad you thought of it
The wine is not good
But there's a lot of it
A toast to the patron saint
Of amateur mariners
Insignificant others
And minor characters
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Our work is almost done here
We're down to the very last cop
Cop can't stand up
Not with all of us on top
What about the militia?
Good question, I'm glad you asked
They can't shoot us
When we're dancing so fast
Let's make like a tree and leave
Let's make like stockings and run
Cue the little drummer boy playing us out
A-rum-ba-bum-bum
Leave the city and hit the beach
Trade doom for danger
All the radio stations are static
But your car has a six-disc changer
Tide's coming in
Tide never goes out
Birds chatter on the dock
Who knows what they're talking about
This one looks friendly
That one looks mean
But this old pedal-boat swan
She'll be the bird queen
You got the cooler
I got the deck chairs
Snorkel, fins, and goggles
There's a lot of water out there
Little boat big ocean
Just look at these whitecaps
When the moon comes out
Bar's open, time for a nightcap
Precious little corkscrew
So glad you thought of it
The wine is not good
But there's a lot of it
A toast to the patron saint
Of amateur mariners
Insignificant others
And minor characters
We're down to the very last cop
Cop can't stand up
Not with all of us on top
What about the militia?
Good question, I'm glad you asked
They can't shoot us
When we're dancing so fast
Let's make like a tree and leave
Let's make like stockings and run
Cue the little drummer boy playing us out
A-rum-ba-bum-bum
Leave the city and hit the beach
Trade doom for danger
All the radio stations are static
But your car has a six-disc changer
Tide's coming in
Tide never goes out
Birds chatter on the dock
Who knows what they're talking about
This one looks friendly
That one looks mean
But this old pedal-boat swan
She'll be the bird queen
You got the cooler
I got the deck chairs
Snorkel, fins, and goggles
There's a lot of water out there
Little boat big ocean
Just look at these whitecaps
When the moon comes out
Bar's open, time for a nightcap
Precious little corkscrew
So glad you thought of it
The wine is not good
But there's a lot of it
A toast to the patron saint
Of amateur mariners
Insignificant others
And minor characters
Writer: Mathias Kom
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave