Lyrics Dean Brody – Soggy Bottom Summer
Text:
Barefoot with a fishin’ rod
And all of my good friends
Goin’ down to the water
And we’re gonna hop on in
Inner tubes and blow up rafts
We’ll float on down the channel
Like a barge of river rats
Floating down the channel
Muddy water, July sun
Just chilling in a dingy
Yeah is our idea of fun
Happy, happy, happy hanging out with all my friends
Wishing soggy bottom summers never had to end
Its a home town tradition
Long weekends in the sun
Blue Jays on the radio
Girls and trucks and mud
Pass the Old Dutch chips around
Throw some mustard on a wiener
Keep the brewskis on the down low
So we don’t get misdemeanours
Floating down the channel
Muddy water, July sun
Just chilling in a dingy
Yeah is our idea of fun
Happy, happy, happy hanging out with all my friends
Wishing soggy bottom summers never had to end
We don’t mind the law enforcement
They keep us safe on beach patrol
Named Sargent Alan Doyle
(Hey boys
Whats going on?)
Sargent Doyle!
(I’m off in ten minutes, do you mind if I tie a floaty on?)
C’mon
(I had a heck of a week here walking the beat
I can’t wait for 5 o’clock
Knock back a pint of my bad-io
Hitch a ride back to this dock
But before I go I must abode the law and make a seizure
Those super-soakers, dump em out
Before I give you all misdemeanours)
Floating down the channel
Muddy water, July sun
Just chilling in a dingy
Yeah is our idea of fun
Happy, happy, happy hanging out with all my friends
Wishing soggy bottom summers never had to end
Happy, happy, happy hanging out with all my friends
Wishing soggy bottom summers never had to end
