Lying On A Beach

Joel Plaskett

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    Somebody introduced me
    To a member of the club
    I think that they confused me
    With some other rub-a-dub-a-dub
    Now, I work on the fifth floor
    And nothing is my fault
    I take advice like margueritas
    With a heavy grain of salt
    I always wake up in the night
    Wondering if I'm doing it right
    And if I had my way
    I'd be getting on this flight tonight
    And in the morning I'd be
    Lying on a beach in the sun
    Lying to my family and friends
    Telling them that I have begun
    Trying to find the means to an end
    Lying on a beach in the sun
    Lying just to cover my ass
    Lying in the sun on the beach
    Burning like the girls in the grass

    I should be working on my manners
    But I'm working on my website
    All you star-spangled scanners
    Trying to photocopy moonlight
    Staring at the computer screen
    Feeling so alone and obscene
    Getting restless
    Getting randy
    Getting mean
    Lying on a beach in the sun
    Looking for a little romance
    The temperature's a hundred and one
    Everybody take off your pants
    Lying on a beach in the sun
    Trying to figure out what to do
    Lying in the sun on the beach
    I realized I did not have a clue

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    I'm full of hocus pocus
    And I'm slower than molasses
    I'm coming in and out of focus
    Like a magic pair of glasses
    I go down to the staff room at lunchtime
    I'm like a joke but there's never a punch line
    And if you step on my toes I'll blow up just like a landmine
    Give me a reason I'll be
    Lying on a beach in the sun
    Nobody but my money and me
    Is this your definition of fun
    I'm bored it's only twenty past three (You should go for a swim)
    I'll still be clinging to the company line
    There's sharks out there I think I saw a fin
    Or maybe I'm just losing my mind

    Somebody take a memo
    We're all on automatic
    When I get it back together
    We're gonna need a little static
    Somebody check my pulse
    Slap me in the face
    Show me what I'm made of
    Get me out of this place
    It's like a weird technological dream
    Watching buddies turn into machines
    We never get our hands dirty
    But paradise is never this clean
    Come on
    Lying on a beach in the sun
    Don't want to get burned to a crisp
    You want something to remember me by
    You can save it on a floppy disk
    So long
    Farewell
    You can kiss my ass goodbye
    If I don't jump ship right now
    I'll never figure out how to fly

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    Composición: Joel Plaskett

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