East Coast Swing

(album: Customer Copy - 2018)

While I'm working on me
Somebody up in Tennessee
He's got a ceiling fan business
Part-time gig as a Jehovah's Witness

Yeah, before you know it
They go and blow it
Picking out a ten karat Walmart
Figuring yeah, he's a winner
Pop-Tarts for a dinner
Ain't nothing quite like the East Coast swing

Then while they're dancing on the porch
Somebody's walking to the store
Picking up a yoga mat
A one, two, a three, and now switch out the flat back

The Williamsburg ladies are having more babies
Quietly adhering to the new right wing
Make no mistake, it's not just a bellyache
A serious affliction called the East Coast swing

A Saturday at the pawn shop
Assault rifle and a laptop
Yeah, the best way to end this
Don't even matter if you're on the no fly list

And all the ladies playing mahjong
They keep on going all along
But what can you do now?
At least it's not a dead end, at least it isn't crack out

Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ah yeah yeah, ah yeah yeah, ah yeah yeah