Party with Marty (Abstract Blues)

[Verse 1]
Now my brother's disappeared
And the fish ain't biting like they used to
And my motel room opens to a well-trimmed lawn
But the evening's warm
And I know just what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna drink and party with my friend Marty
Till the abstract blues are gone

[Verse 2]
Well, the cooler's full of ice
And we've wedged open the motel room door
And there's a pair of girls just out of this world in room 104
They're on their way over with bikini tops and cutoff jeans
We don't know their names
But there's no mistaking what their manner means

[Chorus 1]
Me and Marty and the girls, we party on the oceanside
Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide
There's no better bruise for the abstract blues than a K.O. to ennui
And we'll be punching the lights out until the night's out
The girls and Marty and me

[Verse 3]
Laurie is a Native American, I love the exotic type
She says she's searching in the whole world for surfing the perfect pipe
She don't like her parents but ain't that inherent for a healthy girl?
I don't know where she's been
But tonight I will hang ten on a surfer girl

[Verse 4]
And Marty's got Susie by his side
They're dancing to a Latin beat
She's got cute little anklets
Resting just over her tanned little feet
I can't hear what they're saying
But I can tell that they're praying that the song won't end
And neither this before we all go back to the real world again

[Chorus 2]
Me and Marty and the girls, we party by the oceanside
Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide
There's no better bruise for the abstract blues than a K.O. to ennui
We're gonna get the decision, festive collision
The girls and Marty and me

[Bridge]
Then in the morning
Sunshine comes warming a window blind
I'm laying with Laurie, who's just laid with me
And it blows my mind
And I'm thinking that this time
I won't be going back to my former life
I'm throwing my lot in 'cause I glad right now I got into the maritime life

[Outro]
Me and Marty and the girls, we party at the oceanside
Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide
There's no better bruise for the abstract blues than a K.O. to ennui
And we'll be punching the lights out until the night's out
Gonna get the decision, a festive collision
The girls and Marty and me