Hot sun, beating down,
burning my feet just walking around
Hot sun, making me sweat,
gators getting close, hasn't got me yet?

I can't dance, I can't talk,
the only thing about me is the way I walk
I can't dance, I can't sing,
I'm just standing here selling everything

Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
her dog's talking to me, but she's out of reach
She's got a body under that shirt,
but all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt
and cheeking everything is in place,
you never know who's looking on

young punk spilling beer on my shoes,
fat guy's talking to me trying to steal my blues
thick smoke, see her smiling through

I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool
a perfect body with a perfect face