Bocanuts Songtext
von Jim Morris

The walls are beginning to move, but I don′t know if I ever will
Firmly attached to a bar stool, down at the South Beach Bar and Grill
They're screaming last call, but we′re still having a ball the barmaid is locking the door
Frank's having drinks with some tourists, telling lies about how often he scores

Sometimes you need to be tough sometimes you need to beware
I've lived in the real world enough, we′re all here because we eat all day
And the barmaid is ready to dim, got those lemons and limes and coconuts
This barstool just won′t let me go, and I'm surrounded by all of these broken eyes


Now Billy and Dan and some crazy old man can′t believe I ever listened to them
Surrounded by nine empty six-packs, on the beach at 4 a.m
Somehow I gotta get home thank heaven I didn't get far
Discovered by two frantic joggers, passed out on the hood of my car

If you′re stupid, then you need to be tough if you're drinking, then you need to beware
I′ve lived in the real world enough, we're all here because we eat all day
And the barmaid is ready to dim, got those lemons and limes and coconuts
This barstool just won't let me go, and I′m surrounded by all of these broken eyes

Yeah, sometimes you need to be tough sometimes you need to beware
I′ve lived in the real world enough, we're all here because we eat all day
And the barmaid is ready to dim, got those lemons and limes and coconuts
This barstool just won′t let me go, and I'm surrounded by all of these broken eyes
Up to my ears in these broken eyes held hostage by all of these broken eyes