Too Cold To Waterski

Duh duh…

My love
She’s a St George Girl
All the old songs about nothing
They were secretly about her

She came to me on a boat
Chewing sugarless gum
I got down on one knee
And now she’s got my ring on her thumb

Red cherries on her white dress
On my best friend’s wedding night
As the band played “Take it Easy”
The only Eagles song I ever liked

Running down the road loosening my load
Don’t seem so long ago

Duh duh…

Up at her old house
For Halloween
Drinking rum and Coca Cola
‘Cause its too cold to waterski

And talking to the teenage girls
In their modern running shoes
They know all the good music
They understand me and I understand them too

I’m in the kitchen with the old men
Pouring chicken stock into freezer tins
They laugh and cry as they recall to me
When they were boys and got sent across the sea

And how they learned to dance in sailors pants
And ran the Germans out of France

Momma Momma Momma
Take off those shoes and rest your feet
Momma Momma Momma
I love you and you’re in love with me
Momma I hope you see what I see

Love is obscured
You don’t really complicate it
Words

Duh duh…