Spring Break

School
I've been stuck at school
where the closest to sun
and surf is the local pool.

Break
Feel like I can't make
it through the last few weeks
to spring break.

On the road in my Dad's Capri
I'm goin' down to Galveston!
Got my thong and my fake ID.
I'm goin' down to Galveston!

My legal age is still far away,
but I'm twenty-one today
far as the bar's concerned,
far as the bar's concerned.

All along that Gulf coast shore,
they're comin' down to Galveston.
Frats and brats and teens galore
They're comin' down to Galveston.

Got a dream of what they'll find,
They're goin' down to Galveston.
Beer, and sex, and weed, and wine.
They're goin' down to Galveston.

They're goin' down to Galveston.
They're tossin' beer cans by the ton,
They're boozin' in the shinin' sun,
Got all the tourists on the run...
Par-tay! Par-tay! Par-tay! Get laid! Par-tay!

Oh, Spring Break I adore!
(Par-tay!)
Debauchery by the shore
(Get laid!)
Chastity's death
(Get laid!)
Quick, smell my breath!
(A raid!)

(Sound of sirens and whining teenage protests rise up behind the music)