Monday, July 12, 2010

I had a jukebox graduate for first mate

She couldn’t sail but she sure could sing
I pushed the b-52 and bombed em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
But when they said come down I threw up
Ooh-ooh growin’ up

Celebrating AMERICA at Cordarounds.

1 comment:

  1. Americords! You look so great with that armband.