Grumpy old guy on the walking path by the beach —
when is he going to clear his throat? —
boring the shit out of his wife in her straw hat
not even listening to him with her eyes
about some new computer operating system
Lady, look —
I know it’s the price you pay —
the ocean’s a bluer than his babble
and the water today’s warm and rolling
Hey, I’ll take you for a splash
I’ll make you feel real good