Magic City Hippies - Indiana

Half a Havaiana
Girl, you got the glamour
Come to my cabana
You can call me Indiana
And we can slip into pajama
Do the samba
(I hate snakes)
Oh but you have to
Grab the camera
The black mamba
I pitch a tent like a camper
Pamper me
You make me tight in the tanga
Can’t believe
You spin the wheel like a hamster

And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquake
Kicking California

Everything we did could’ve wrote a story, brah
Bent over my bed like the shape of Florida
Euphoria, victorious
I’m sort of an explorer but I’d like to see more of us
Hand on the needle
Record plays The Beatles
Dance so deceitful
Yeah, I’d watch that sequel
Your old pipo
He can’t keep up
It belongs in a museum

And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquake
Kicking California

And if I catch my breath on the west coast
You say go protect what you love most
Gonna paint my life with a fresh coat
Yeah yeah yeah
Gonna catch your death in those wet clothes
Hop a fence and I’m saying let’s go
Go and tie me up to the bedpost

And I want
To be take-home, if you say so
Lovesick living for ya
But I’m up
On my worst day, like an earthquake
Kicking California

You got the glamour
Girl, you got the glamour
You got that glamour
Girl, you got the glamour