I'm meeting my buddies out on the lake we're headin out to a
special place we love that just a few folks know ...
there's no signing up, no monthly dues take your johnson, your mercury or your evin rude and
fire it up and meet us out at party cove
come on in' the waters fine just idle on over and toss us a line ...
basstrackers, bayliners and a party barge, strung together like a floating trailer park anchored out and gettin loud all summer long side by side there's five houseboat front porches astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches regular joes
rocking the boat that's us the redneck yacht club!
bermuda's' flip-flops and a tank top tan, popped his
first top at ten a.m., thats Matt he's our president
we're checking out the girls on the upper deck rubbin' in 15 spf, its hot everybody's jumpin' in
later on when the sun goes down we'll pull out the jar and the old guitar and pass'em around, when the party's over and we're all alone we'll be making waves in a no wake zone
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