The Ziggens - San Clemente

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[Verse 1] We watched the sunset at San Clemente We smoked cigars and aspirated Pixy Stix The path down to the beach was paved except for the bottom My brother slipped and landed flat on his back [Chorus] La, la, la, la, la. La, la! La, la, la, la, la. La, la! La, la, la, la, la. La, la! La, la, la, la, la. La, la! [Verse 2] My mom had plastic lemons on her sunhat She said it was the style but I don’t know One night my cousin threw a rock through the train window The cops were flooding all down onto the beach [Chorus] La, la, la, la, la. La, la! La, la, la, la, la. La, la! Let's don't forget about it La, la, la, la, la. La, la! La, la, la, la, la. La, la! [Verse 3] My chest was scratched from my red wave raft The tops of my ankles matched the raft Our whole vacation party should lose a few And people glanced at us from behind intellectual novels [Verse 4] At night I’d drift off as car headlights would shine through the canvas And I could hear night exercises at the base Somebody’s radio playing off in the distance “Brandy, what a fine wife you would be.” [Chorus] La, la, la, la, la. La, la! La, la, la, la, la. La, la! Let's don't forget about it La, la, la, la, la. La, la! Let's don't forget about it La, la, la, la, la. La, la!
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