Out east they got heat. But we got mosquitoes. They got a west coast scene. Lemme tell ya where the grass grows. Down south they get so drunk. They think they're gonna piddle.
Out east they got heat. But we got mosquitoes. They got a west coast scene. Lemme tell ya where the grass grows. Down south they get so drunk. They think they're gonna piddle.
Rock 'n roll loudmouth, spew in my glass. Stroke another one down, right behind my back. Do us all a favor, get yourself a spine. Everybody's choking on the grapevine.