Fleet Week (Explicit)

Down where the Pampanito sailed its barnacled hull

Mariners with their salty beards lead a sea sick carnival

Airplanes polluting in B-line patterns were a roaring noisy drill

Twelve young sailors came strutting from a tavern, one sucking on a popsicle

Here we are sitting with your friend and her mans, musing about Renoir

Two lovely people making big big plans for their East Coast hero's arc

Tomorrow the sun’s gonna grant us passage into another waking week

We’ll lock the doors and hold onto the rafters as the earthquake shits a squeak

A solid backhand can be a lifetime asset, as can this poblano spread

Writing a song about writing a song is harder done than said

Back in portland deep inside all the comforts that I know

Sam will get me higher than jewish rye and i’ll call you on the phone

The headlines come and the headlines grow and they paint the days at will

Up ahead on this steep scree slope is there a beacon on the hill

Oh i never learned the physics of Sysyphus or the dance of eurydice

But i can make due with these three small rules:

Keep it quiet, tight, and clean

Forever fleet week, it’s forever fleet week

Forever fleet week