Lyrics:

She was boobied up by the very shame
Chopped up behind the lever shack
From the beast they show with idle time
Dog came up and I was sticking down

Makin' motorcycle juck Jack's back
There the shoes in a selfish baseball hat
Running down the stairs like clickity clack
Hoops that defer, landed on your back

Tackled football comfort done with fool
Love was such a bitty ripping scar
Old school oxford gentle pyre man
Lonely grizzly by a milking bee

Makin' motorcycle juck Jack's back
There the shoes in a selfish baseball hat
Running down the stairs like clickity clack
Hoops that defer, landed on your back

I was like Saturday night, I'll be there
Monty me call it laissez-faire
Sweater vest, my shirt tucked in
Morning sand around six AM
No I'm in, no shore high glasses
Room collection, no camera flashes
She said, no need for Polaroids
She said, no need for Polaroids

Hard days workin' when the sun came up, over till the sun came down
In my deep drain, drain to drain on the floor
Walkin' home at two in the morning, on the seventeen all right there
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like I'm with someone

Ayawa, kya kya, ayawa...