Lyrics:

{Bootsy}: Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling, uh, long distance baby. I'd just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama Dig...while I smoke on it. Come Saturday night When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the moments 'Till I have to leave your side Come Saturday night When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise And leap into your eyes She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama, be my beach Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh Maybe you remember the last time we was together And how you rubbed me on my head, uh Oh baby it felt so good...you make me wanna say oh baby! Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo To lay upon your bod Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans And lay upon your bod She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama be my beach, beach Uh...what's in the sand, uh beach? Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something And maybe a few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh Oh I'm walking over your board