made my way across the continent with nothing but my plates and press / greenwich slowed us with their weights and measures, and now we’re showing signs of stress / i wanna be in the keys, till you’re north for the summer / wandered up the coast and back again with just a bootleg tape of creed / scenes of servants’ mothers and their lovers all taken in at breakneck speed / i wanna be in the keys, but it’s always such a headache / but now i’m here embracing beer till you’re north for the summer / no thinking only dreams and drinking down by the sea / now we’ll show them that their standard’s slipping, grappa sipping / i wanna be among the greeks, but it’s always such a headache / now i’m here embracing beer till you’re north for the summer / plates never fade away / traits never fade away
