Red Bikini Waltz

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Take your red bikinis and your 
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Lamborghinis
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Take your tans and your men with 
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the spray in their hair
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Take your tasteless beers and your
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 ill-replenished beach
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Take your tacky houses that you 
  E            A
built on the sea

[Verse 2]
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That'll just wash away in the 
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next hurricane
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But it don't matter now and you'll
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 just build 'em up again
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And they'll be bigger and faster 
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and stronger than before
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'Til they pick up their skirts and
      E             F#m
 they walk down the street
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Saying "Fuck all y'all, we're 
   E          A
moving to the country"

[Verse 3]
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So they plop down and call 
             E      A
themselves luxury suites
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A name that a man invented in his 
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sleep
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Now the driveways are filled with 
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Lamborghinis
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And the backyards are filled with 
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red bikinis
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And that poor little piece of 
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fertile country
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Could have been growing some for 
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food a factory to reap
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To process and package for a 
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family to eat
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Who look with envy at that house 
       A
on the street

[Verse 4]
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What they don't know is that those 
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people have got nothing that'll last
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'Cause they don't even really 
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know their own kids
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Who'll get good grades in school 
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and fill their days up with things
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And who don't realize that they 
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can't even think
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For themselves and don't even know 
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how to ask why
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'Cause they're told what to think
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And what they're told is a 
good-for-nothing, dirty, rotten 
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scoundrel of a lie