Why Can't Life Be A Beach
This fun song tries to capture the frustration of a free spirit sitting behind a desk all day hating his boss, wishing he was transported away to a beach enjoying cold martinis and hot bikinis.
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Sitting at my desk
Dazed but looking sharp
I could drop dead right this moment
If these bone heads didn't stop their bark
Staplers, pens, Reports, files
mails, donuts, coffee, ties
I'd rather sit in a stinking loo
Than be here with these lame ducks in this fuckin zoo.
Why can't life be a beach
Where any dress is the right attire
Splashing in the water by the day
Night, plucking guitar by the bonfire
Why can't life be a beach
Laughing with my friends all day
In white sand sipping cold martinis
In blue waters watching hot bikinis
But here I am
Looking at the crap filled bowl
My boss, he's not just half an arse
But an arse whoooooole.
© Praveen Vava 2018
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