Song Description

Bosa-Nova - A hip fellow convinces his backwood friend to move to the beach with tales of beautiful girls and easy living.

Lyrics

Joey says its heaven by the sea
He says, ?you should pack your things and get outta there?.
He says ?the change of scenery, just like those beach babes on TV
There?s no where else to be but by the sea?
My home is here, I sure hate to leave it
My satellite dish, my pet raccoon
My outhouse with the padded seat
And carpet floor, it?s really neat

(Ch 1) But I?m not out on the beach sand, running free like a wild man
Volleyball playing babes, and soaking up the sun

(v2)Joey says I can?t move up in style
These critters and the old cars leave me unprepared
He says ?You?ll never find a wife, you?ll never have a life
Move out here to Eden and stay with me.?
My home is here, but I?ve got leave now
Those gorgeous girls, they wait on the beach
I can see that Ipanema girl, lonely till we take a whirl

(Ch 2) I?ll be out on the beach sand, running free like a wild man
Volleyball playing babes, and soaking up the sun


(v3) I drove to Joey?s shack by the sea
Windows boarded up, there?s no one around
A note on the door , it says?I?ve left the shore
I?ve gone to seek my fortune in Baltimore?
I take my critters out of the back seat
The TV dish and guns in my bare feet
The spittoon and the rifle rack
We?re movin? into Joey?s shack

(Ch 3) Living free on the beach sand, chickens live in my old van,
Cars on blocks by the beach house, dogs lay out on joe?s old couch
Target shoot from the front porch, brown chew plugs in the blue surf
Roastin? ears with a blow torch......There?s no grass to mow
And I?m livin? the life, on the sea side.
Poor old Joe, he don?t know, what he?s missing

© 2002 words & music Dan Cunningham