Miami

Weather ‘round here chopping and changing,
Surgery in the air,
Print shirts and southern accents,
Cigars and big hair.
We got the wheels, and petrol’s cheap,
Only went there for a week,
Got the sun,
Got the sand,
Got the batteries…in the handycam.

Her eyes all swimming pool blue,
Dumbbells and a diving board.
Baby’s always attracted to
the things she’s afraid of.
Big girl with the sweet tooth
Watches the skinny girl in the photo shoot.
Freshmen, squeaky clean,
She tastes like chlorine.

Miami!
My Mammy!

Love the movies,
love to walk those movie sets,
Get to shoot someone in the foot,
Get to smoke some cigarettes.
No big deal – we know the score,
Just back from the video store,
Got the car and the car chase,
What’s he got inside that case?
I want a close-up of that face.
Here comes th’ car chase.

Miami!
My Mammy!
Miami!

I bought two new suits…Miami,
Pink and blue…Miami,
I took a photo of you…Miami,
Getting’ hot in a photo booth…Miami.
I said you looked like a Madonna,
You said…maybe…
said I wanna have your baby…baby,
We could make something beautiful,
Said that wouldn’t be a problem,
At least not in Miami.

Some places are like your Auntie,
But there’s no place like Miami.

Miami!
My Mammy…!

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