| This is a song that I wrote about a trip down to Florida one time | 
| I went down, I went down there with my supposed best friend and girlfrend, | 
| alright | 
| So we had this Delta 88 that we were driving down for some woman who lived in | 
| Fort Lauderdale | 
| And by the time we got to North Carolina, my best friend and my girlfriend we | 
| in the backseat of the car making out | 
| Now, at the time, I was into uh, the collective non-existence of love | 
| And uh, and I just said, «Well, that’s great then, right?» | 
| And, I, I thought I could be strong | 
| But no ladies and gentlemen, I couldn’t handle it, I started freaking out | 
| And so, we got down to Florida and there was one night I was watching them | 
| screw on the beach | 
| And that was okay, you know, that wasn’t so bad | 
| Then we went back to my mother’s trailer home and they were sort of covered in | 
| tar from the beach | 
| You know, our beaches in North America, I guess, you don’t out here, but anyways | 
| Haha, so I get home, and so, they go into the shower, right | 
| And they start screwing in the shower | 
| The next day, the next day, I went into the shower and there’s like tar and | 
| feet stains and everything all over the place in the shower | 
| And I had to clean it all up there with my tears and my sixpack, | 
| ladies and gentlemen | 
| And I remember Florida | 
| The land of endless malls | 
| Images of Elvis flicks | 
| Convertibles and blondes | 
| And I remember Nat King Cole | 
| Singing a song about the rain | 
| Yeah, I’m feeling blue again | 
| Oh yeah, I’m feeling blue again | 
| And I remember drinking | 
| In those air-conditioned bars | 
| Putting all my quarters in a juke-box | 
| With big silver stars | 
| And I remember crying | 
| And I remember Nat King Cole | 
| Singing a song about the rain | 
| Yeah, I’m feeling blue again | 
| Yeah, I’m feeling blue again | 
| Everybody now | 
| And it was just like a vacation | 
| And I’m sure we had us some fun | 
| It was just like a vacation | 
| And I swear we even sat out in the sun | 
| Make us cry, James | 
| You see my, my mother owned a trailer home | 
| On west Broward past A1A | 
| And to beat the north wind | 
| We took a spin | 
| To that tin can by the sea (Tell us a story) | 
| Well I thought she was mine | 
| But she was just passing time | 
| She even passed town out of my car | 
| And left me with Nat King Cole | 
| And the silver stars | 
| Oh, Nat King Cole and the silver stars | 
| And it was just like a vacation | 
| And I’m sure we had us some fun | 
| It was just like a vacation (Just like a vacation) | 
| And I sure we had us some fun (We had some kind of fun) | 
| It was just like a vacation (Come on, people, we’ll always be people) | 
| And I swear we even sat out | 
| Yeah, I swear we even sat out | 
| Yeah, I swear, swear we even sat out in the sun | 
| In the sun | 
| In the sun | 
| In the sun | 
| The good people of Saskatoon | 
| Las Vegas has another child |