“Summer In Sipan”

well it’s summer in sipan
& the town is full of models
they’re all at the restaurant
but they’re only eating entrees
while the eunuchs dart around
making stressful little sounds
in the leafy hotel grounds
we ate dinner then we ran
yeah that summer in sipan

well it’s summer in sipan
we go riding with maria
she’s got white bleach in her hair
she looks like sinead o’connor
& it’s thirty eight degrees
& we can’t find any trees
by the end i’m on my knees
holding ice cube sin my hands
yeah it’s summer in sipan

well it’s summer in sipan
& we’re kayaking together
through a turquoise coloured sea
full of motor boats & fishes
& the boats are making waves
& the bay becomes a grave
for the kayak we can’t save
time to make another plan
yeah it’s summer in sipan

well it’s summer in sipan
& we’re swimming off the jetty
with the girls all deeply tanned
& the guys with giant six packs
next to them i feel a dork
they’re the cheese & i’m the chalk
i can barely even talk
to my so-called fellow man
& it’s summer in sipan

well it’s summer in sipan
& we’re riding home in darkness
along narrow little lanes
waiting for a car to pass us
just to shed a little light
on our path i hope it’s right
i don’t want to get a fright
riding straight into a dam
well it’s summer in sipan

well it’s summer in sipan
& here comes the little ferry
time to head back to the town
for our last night in dubrovnik
& the boat goes up & down
drowning out the ocean sounds
while the stars go turning round
like a big electric fan
yah it’s summer in sipan

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