Summer Breeze, comes to you
The sea never colors you blue
there ain't no much talk
in the crowd, about the man for the job
it ain't makin' no sense on the ship
searchin’ for rum, desperately running from the cold
the storm, damaged the mast
the sailors, livin’ in the past
shakin’ so nervously, the ship swinging side by side
sinkin’ in its own rhythm, livin’ with an old system
tryin’ to keep a tone, managing some skulls and some bones
makin’ the sea merrier, creating a wave, subtler
the transsexual is overboard, ahoy!
Better than earnin’ a penny, servin’ in an Irish Pub
Shamrock, Watchmen, Manhattan and the likes
Of the state, through the gates,
Here the air traffic is worse than an in Ameerpet
Made In India drainage covers, adornin’ the Wall Street
Across the Brooklyn Bridge
Evolving into an unsunny misty day
Or every other Saturday
Ball and bat
Hit the good cat
Bad dog, cookin’ up a new pot
Pickin’ out all the seeds
The way ya’ll treat the beads
Stickin’ in an old song
Life long, ting tong.
