Joel Plaskett - Lying on a Beach (La De Da - 2005) скачать видео бесплатно

Somebody introduced me to a member of the club

I think that they confused me with some other rub-a-dub-a-dub

Now I work on the 5th floor where nothing is my fault

I take advice like margaritas, with a heavy grain of salt

I always wake up in the night, wondering if I'm doing it right

And if I had my way I'd be getting on this flight tonight

And in the morning I'd be

Lying on a beach in the sun

Lying to my family and friends

Telling them that I have begun

Trying to find a means to an end

Lying on a beach in the sun

Lying just to cover my ass

Lying in the sun on the beach

Burning like the girls and the grass

I should be working on my manners but I'm working on my website

Tanning up my topside, under artificial sunlight

Staring at the computer screen, feeling so alone and obscene

Getting restless, getting randy, getting mean

Lying on a beach in the sun

Looking for a little romance

The temperature's 101

Everybody take off your pants

Lying on a beach in the sun

Trying to figure out what to do

Lying in the sun on a beach

I realized I don't have a clue

I'm full of hocus pocus and I'm slower than molasses

Coming in and out of focus like a magic pair of glasses

I go down to the staffroom at lunchtime

I'm like joke where there's never a punch line

And if you step on my toes I blow up just like a landmine

Give me a raise and I'll be

Lying on a beach in the sun

Nobody but my money and me

Is this your definition of fun?

I'm bored it's only twenty past three

McGetts: You should go for a swim

I'll still be clinging to the company line

There are sharks out there (I think I saw a fin)

Or maybe I'm just losing my mind

Somebody take a memo, we're all on automatic

Wanna get it back together? We're gonna need a little static

Somebody check my pulse or slap me in the face

Show me what I'm made of and get me out of this place

It's like a weird technological dream

Watching buddies turn into machines

We never get our hands dirty, but paradise is never this clean

Lying on a beach in the sun

Don't wanna get burned to a crisp

You want something to remember me by

You can save it on a floppy disc

So long, farewell

You can kiss my ass goodbye

If I don't jump ship right now

I'll never figure out how to fly