I have a one-track mind
Can make it just with
A one night stand
I'm a two-time loser
And an armoured cruiser
Beating my gums about
A green island
With lots of pretty chicks
And yellow sand
Where wearing shorts
I would look like a bruiser
And not an abuser
Where I could listen to
A punk rock band
And wash away my brand
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