My Summer Vacation
My Summer VacationAfter radio killed the video star, we couldn’t really get much higher (which means that we probably didn’t start the fire). So now we’re on the road again, running down a dream (missed that stairway to heaven ’cause we were running with the devil). But anyway, we still think that we’re bad to the bone and hard to handle; we must truly be the unforgiven (even though, as some of us are chasing what they think are Barbie girls where the boys are only to find out that the dude looks like a lady, we’re actually somewhat behaving in the club at the end of the street).
And now the day is fading fast (exit light, enter night) and so we’d better be rolling down the river to the next city. As we roamed where we wanted to, looking for some place to eat, we found the Hotels California and Heartbreak off of Exit 29. We had our bus driver, Trigger Happy Jack, drive by a go-go to get to a good restaurant. And as we sat,...
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