Crawfish II

You have a holyday go way to california
LA it is you place you spend some nice days there
A lot of summer drinks, bacardi, whiskey cola
you're surfing on the wave, on the wave of relaxation

Refrain: Crawfishs underneath your feets, you dive into the sea
No stress no tears no rain no nationality
Drugs inside your blood a naked stranger in your bed
Crawfishs in your dreams ,til you get mad


Going to nudish beach to see silicon tits there
you're a SKA punk and you, you are on the top
Hamburger faces, stupid girls and satisfaction
Just two weeks later, tripper mushrooms are you friends