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  • Текст песни Maria McKee - Panic Beach

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    Well, the dog act got drunk again last night
    The king and queen of the waltz clog team had another fight
    The king was careless with his tango grip
    Nearly lost his queen in a dip

    Yeah, she righted herself
    Straightened out her slip and kicked him in the shin
    Miss Billy Begonia thinks she's hit the "Big time"
    She wants a thick red rug from the dressing room door
    To the front-line of the footlights

    She's got a sky blue swans down powder puff
    And a corset to keep her spirits up
    Yeah, she don't sweat
    She sours and melts like ice cream in the sun
    She'll be out of a job at the end of this three week run

    We're having fun out here on Panic Beach
    All the vaudeville bums are here out on Panic Beach
    I hear them talk about the Palace but it's so far out of reach
    So I'll do my time then say goodbye to Panic Beach
    Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

    The visionary theatric strikes a juggler's seesaw tune
    And the dying swan pirouettes and fawns
    By the light of the street lamp moon

    When my trunk is filled with taffeta
    Those "Big time" hacks won't laugh at us
    When my taps are made of silver
    I can make the kiddies thrill for just one buck and wing
    Yeah, I will nail them to my heel and the Panic Choir sings

    Here comes a lucky little thing to Panic Beach
    Yeah, you know we got to teach him how to sing
    While we're stuck on Panic Beach
    Ah the way ya hear 'em say it, doesn't seem so outta reach
    So I'll do my time then say goodbye to Panic Beach
    Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

    Well, the landlord gets a free show every Saturday at six
    Sometimes on a Sunday
    All dependin' on whatever kinda mood he's in

    I keep his glass filled up with sherry
    And sing him all his favorite songs
    If a tear comes to his eye he may let a month go by
    Before he takes away my key
    Oh, that sherry starts to taste real good to me

    Hey mama, look at me on Panic Beach
    I may be hungry but my rent is free up on Panic Beach
    Yeah, I can almost see the palace no longer outta reach
    So I'll do my time then say goodbye to Panic Beach
    Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

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