Party With Marty - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

Now my brother’s disappeared

And the fish ain’t biting like they used to

And my motel room opens to a well-trimmed lawn

But the evening’s warm

And I know just what I’m gonna do

I’m gonna drink and party with my friend Marty

Till the abstract blues are gone

Well, the cooler’s full of ice

And we’ve wedged open the motel room door

And there’s a pair of girls just out of this world in room 104

They’re on their way over with bikini tops and cutoff jeans

We don’t know their names

But there’s no mistaking what their manner means

Me and Marty and the girls, we party on the oceanside

Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide

There’s no better bruise for the abstract blues than a K.O.

to ennui

And we’ll be punching the lights out until the night’s out

The girls and Marty and me

Laurie is a Native American, I love the exotic type

She says she’s searching in the whole world for surfing the perfect pipe

She don’t like her parents but ain’t that inherent for a healthy girl?

I don’t know where she’s been

But tonight I will hang ten on a surfer girl

And Marty’s got Susie by his side

They’re dancing to a Latin beat

She’s got cute little anklets

Resting just over her tanned little feet

I can’t hear what they’re saying

But I can tell that they’re praying that the song won’t end

And neither this before we all go back to the real world again

Me and Marty and the girls, we party by the oceanside

Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide

There’s no better bruise for the abstract blues than a K.O.

to ennui

We’re gonna get the decision, festive collision

The girls and Marty and me

Then in the morning

Sunshine comes warming a window blind

I’m laying with Laurie, who’s just laid with me

And it blows my mind

And I’m thinking that this time

I won’t be going back to my former life

I’m throwing my lot in 'cause I glad right now I got into the maritime life

Me and Marty and the girls, we party at the oceanside

Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide

There’s no better bruise for the abstract blues than a K.O.

to ennui

And we’ll be punching the lights out until the night’s out

Gonna get the decision, a festive collision

The girls and Marty and me