Red Bikini Waltz

A D E A Take your red bikinis and your Lamborghinis A D E A Take your tans and your men with the spray in their hair A D E A Take your tasteless beers and your ill-replenished beach A D E A Take your tacky houses that you built on the sea A D E A That'll just wash away in the next hurricane A D E A But it don't matter now and you'll just build 'em up again A D E F#m And they'll be bigger and faster and stronger than before A D E F#m 'Til they pick up their skirts and they walk down the street A D E A Saying "F**k all y'all, we're moving to the country" A D E A So they plop down and call themselves luxury suites A D E A A name that a man invented in his sleep A D E A Now the driveways are filled with Lamborghinis A D E A And the backyards are filled with red bikinis A D E F#m And that poor little piece of fertile country A D E F#m Could have been growing some for food a factory to reap A D E F#m To process and package for a family to eat A D E A Who look with envy at that house on the street A D E A What they don't know is that those people have got nothing that'll last A D E A 'Cause they don't even really know their own kids A D E A Who'll get good grades in school and fill their days up with things A D E A And who don't realize that they can't even think A D E F#m For themselves and don't even know how to ask why A D 'Cause they're told what to think E A And what they're told is a good-for-nothing, dirty, rotten scoundrel of a lie