Pig and Balthazar eating crackers with chilli
Writing out their memoirs, on the back of the can
Their favorite bar
With the rotating fan, playing Duran Duran
In a Ford Mustang, painted the color of cashew
Lowride catamaran, a question of styling
It was the whole shebang
It had six feet wingspan, and it drove just like a minivan
They say they were sliders, killing time in bathroom stalls
The direction inside us
Told us which demand to can
And how to break the door jam
Driving cab half-time, working hard for Lyft and Uber
It was first class, a most noble gas
Twenty atomic mass
Took you to where you are, old tapes for the VCR
Dressing in a tuxedo, made himself something more refined
Just a stagecoach for hire
With goggles for fake tan
We ate the cobwebs and sand
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Pig and Balthazar eating crackers with chilli
Writing out their memoirs, on the back of the can
Their favorite bar
With the rotating fan, playing Duran Duran
In a Ford Mustang, painted the color of cashew
Lowride catamaran, a question of styling
It was the whole shebang
It had six feet wingspan, and it drove just like a minivan
They say they were sliders, killing time in bathroom stalls
The direction inside us
Told us which demand to can
And how to break the door jam
Driving cab half-time, working hard for Lyft and Uber
It was first class, a most noble gas
Twenty atomic mass
Took you to where you are, old tapes for the VCR
Dressing in a tuxedo, made himself something more refined
Just a stagecoach for hire
With goggles for fake tan
We ate the cobwebs and sand
Writing out their memoirs, on the back of the can
Their favorite bar
With the rotating fan, playing Duran Duran
In a Ford Mustang, painted the color of cashew
Lowride catamaran, a question of styling
It was the whole shebang
It had six feet wingspan, and it drove just like a minivan
They say they were sliders, killing time in bathroom stalls
The direction inside us
Told us which demand to can
And how to break the door jam
Driving cab half-time, working hard for Lyft and Uber
It was first class, a most noble gas
Twenty atomic mass
Took you to where you are, old tapes for the VCR
Dressing in a tuxedo, made himself something more refined
Just a stagecoach for hire
With goggles for fake tan
We ate the cobwebs and sand
Writer: Charlie Weber
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid