I left my heart back in the orient. Down on bali bays. It's not the way that i should feel. But it's the way i'm going to stay. Lonely, lonely. Chasing you all round the world. Wrong way, wrong
Convict state. It just don't rate. He want to get higher. Apple Isle, the inbred smile. He's going to get by'a. His mother's hand. He could not stand. He left for the islands. To fish and hunt
Wanna tell you 'bout my Frenda. He got hit by a Fender. But he'll soon be on the menda. He's of the male genda Glad to see that he's on his way. He's not for Buriel today Because he's in. he's in
I said, hey, do you remember. Where we used to sit?. All them summer rubber-necks kept coming. To panel-van street. We just yacht club dancing, city girls were rich. I'm going to sneak out my win