summer's heat is on the way
meaning less clothes, more skin
got to workout loose love's handles,
here's to Thorogood and beer diets
ride the bike lift the weights
throw the candy into space
cut out supper, it ain't as important ...
'one bourbon, one scotch, one beer'
stick to the program nose to the stone
thoughts to myself, 'I drink alone'
good times coming waistline going
'move it on over', take it off here and there
grab another long neck have a taste
ride that bike lift those weights, Thorogood
provide the pace, a driving beat towards...
'one bourbon, one scotch, one beer'
I drink without interference
listening to Thorogood bleed out his fingers
better days to come, reservations made
pissing off some island porch
turning white sands golden....
vacation from reality
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