Author: Bulldog
(Sing this to the tune of “Steal My Sunshine”)
I was hanging ’round at a parking lot on the corner near the beach – L-O-V-E-I-N-G
There were matching suits and Beatle boots and trimmed beards with pickled shrimp – E-A-T-E-I-N-G – When the siren blew no one said boo and they went about their day – B-U-I-S-N-E-S – Some birds, they fly, don’t ask them why, it’s on the tip of your tongue – P-E-L-I-C-A-N