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Dressed in neon, leaving the port, slowly racing out to sea
The tall, wide, and short, looking for another place to be
Getting settled in my cabin getting my sea legs on
With drinks in either hand I'm going going and gone
Trippin' on my flip-flops
Baking in the sun
Everyone a one man show
Only out to have some fun
Trippin' on my flip-flops
With drinks in either hand
I'm too far from my cabin
And two days from reaching land
Good luck finding a table when the buffet masters invade
You may be young and able but you best eat or get out of the way
They have more than what they need but they need just one more
They've had one too many for who's keeping score
Trippin' on my flip-flops
Baking in the sun
Everyone a one man show
Only out to have some fun
Trippin' on my flip-flops
With drinks in either hand
I'm too far from my cabin
And two days from reaching land
Spending all day on this Floating Buffet
These professional hot dog eaters with their margaritas
Are ready for another perfect day (at Coco Cay)
They have more than what they need but they need just one more
They've had one too many for who's keeping score
The hot dog eaters form a line that leads to the back of the boat
They need another drink in hand just to keep themselves afloat
Trippin' on my flip-flops
Baking in the sun
Everyone a one man show
Only out to have some fun
Trippin' on my flip-flops
With drinks in either hand
I'm too far from my cabin
And two days from reaching land
Trippin' on my flip-flops
With drinks in either hand
I'm too far from my cabin
And two days from reaching land