Recorded at Get Loud Studios, by Arthur McBarfson
Lukkake Palace, July 2015
lyrics
There's only one thing, that you eat at the beach
It's not a hot dog, it's a tasty sea treat
Wind in your hair, sand at your feet
Take a dive, and enjoy the feast
Buns been buttered, salads are tossed
Waiting for a load of that cocktail sauce
Open up wide, 'cause it's comin' with force
What could it be? Oysters of course.
I think I've seen this before
Waitress dropped it on the floor
I think I've seen this before
Blue Waffle for sure
Moist Oyster
I want to watch you dine
Pinch of Lemon, Pinch of Lime
watch 'em wiggle, it's Bobsled time
Ditch the fork, Ditch the knife
Face first into some salty delight
Sit there sporting that shit eating grin
Don't even bother, to wipe your chin
I got my crabs steamin' in your bush
I think there's red tide, 'cause your shit tastes like mush
I think I've seen this before
The Waitress dropped it on the floor
I think I've seen this before
Blue Waffle for sure
Moist Oyster
I want to watch you dine
Moyst Oyster
Your shit smells like brine
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