The Hazards Of Sitting Beneath Palm Trees Paroles

The men arrive with their one-track minds

You like that they're there when they ask you the time

They say what they do, and they'll do what you say

And they'll tell you some lies if you let them . . . stay



And you laugh, but not too hard

And you look, but not too far

Your eyes drift across the beach

And just before you reach me, he speaks

His face is red, and he's talking to breeze


And I laugh, but not too hard

And I look, but not too far