Lyrics

Straight south of the parrot bay
Tere's a liquor store with a hula dancer
On the window frame

And she would shake her hips
Every time the door would fly open
From the stampede of customers

And you'll know fear when you lock eyes
With a stranger whose survival
Depends the poison he buys at premium

But the rhythmic sound of the register dinging
Open and closed all day
Could bring a smile to any man's face

Deep in the heart of the city
There're street light lover and hard rollers
But there're doing their very best to get by

Well we're land sick sailors and we smoke our cigars
To celebrate the newfound whores
On this beer soaked boulevard

And we brave that walk
Past the captain's quarters on this tiny dock
To show them girls what a man at sea dreams about

Just then the captain peaks out his window
Takes a swig, winks at me, and says:

Oh you're ok kid
Yeah, you're alright
Sometimes those nasty thoughts get
Stuck in your mind, but remember that

Oh you're ok kid
You got plenty of time
Just don't forget to keep those ships sailing

Oh you're bored as hell
But you got that channel changer
And the world at your fingertips
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Whether it be war
Or the California shore
Your expression don't change

Oh you're ok kid
Yeah, you're alright
Sometimes those nasty thoughts get
Stuck in your mind, but remember that

Oh you're ok kid
You got plenty of time
Just don't forget to keep those hips shaking