Letras
Miami traffic's backed to the hilt
Our Uber's sweatin', spinnin' wheels in guilt
We're late, we're lost, and the clock don't care
This concrete jungle's a gridlock snare
"Where's the boat?" I shout in vain
He shrugs and points through the pouring rain
Three big ships all lined in a row
"Pick one," he says - "I gotta go!"
It's the parking shuffle, welcome to the show
You'll hike a mile, maybe more - who knows?
Dragging bags through puddles knee-deep
Cruise clothes soaked, and we ain't got no sleep
The right dock was back a mile or two
Now we're soggy, mad, but still pushin' through
It's the parking shuffle, baby - welcome aboard
Hope you like your chaos gourmet and poured
We passed the right boat, didn't even wave
Now we're wandering lost like tourists brave
Kids are crying, grandma's drenched
My flip-flop's busted, my back is wrenched
"Deck five, please!" says the check-in crew
"Sir, this is twelve - you're way off cue"
Elevators full, the hallway's tight
Our cruise vacation starts with a fight
It's the parking shuffle, welcome to the dance
A Miami mess and a soggy stance
If you find the boat, you've already won
But getting there's half the un-fun
With bags in tow and a broken phone
We made it, soaked to the bone
It's the parking shuffle - yeah, and we paid full fare
For this soggy journey to the sea and air
Next time we'll fly... or maybe teleport
But for now, bon voyage - from the terminal court