Indiana - Magic City Hippies

Half a Havaiana

Girl, you got the glamour

Come to my cabana

You can call me Indiana

And we can slip into pajama

Do the samba

(I hate snakes)

Oh, but you have to

Grab the camera

The black mamba

I pitch a tent like a camper

Pamper me

You make me tight in the tanga

Can’t believe

You spin the wheel like a hamster

And I want

To be take-home, if you say so

Lovesick living for ya

But I’m up

On my worst day, like an earthquake

Kickin' California

Everything we did could’ve wrote a story, brah

Bent over my bed like the shape of Florida

Euphoria, victorious

I’m sort of an explorer but I’d like to see more of us

Hand on the needle

Record plays The Beatles

Dance so deceitful

Yeah, I’d watch that sequel

Your old pipo

He can’t keep up

It belongs in a museum

And I want

To be take-home, if you say so

Lovesick living for ya

But I’m up

On my worst day, like an earthquake

Kickin' California

And if I catch my breath on the West coast

You say go protect what you love most

Gonna paint my life with a fresh coat

Yeah yeah yeah

Gonna catch your death in those wet clothes

Hop a fence and I’m saying let’s go

Go and tie me up to the bedpost

And I want

To be take-home, if you say so

Lovesick living for ya

But I’m up

On my worst day, like an earthquak

Kickin' California

You got the glamour

Girl, you got the glamour

You got that glamour

Girl, you got the glamour