Spring Break
Words by Frank Hayes
TTTO Rimini by Leslie Fish


When you drive down to sunny Fort Lauderdale
As thousands have traveled be-fore
Re-member Spring breaking students
Who never saw home any more
We thought there was naught could be finer
Than a spree in the Florida sun
While speeding in South Carolina
And we never did have any fun

	When we drove South in a Dodge
	for the sake of a bimbo in a bi-kini
	We knew her heart was ours to take
	and what-ever was in the bi-kini
	That teeny weenie bi-kini
	And me and Peter and Dave and Paul
	Rode South from where all the snowflakes fall
	In my Dad's old 82 Dodge.
	His rust-covered 82 Dodge
	And I've lost Peter and I've lost Paul
	and I've lost Dave and worst of all
	I've lost the Dodge

Now Dave was the one who was driving,
when the officer pulled alongside
And he called him an unpleasant nickname (a shit eating cracker)
So the cop took him off for a ride
He impounded the car he was driving.
He impounded his roll and his socks
And the judge gave a thirty-day sentence.
Now Dave's on the farm breaking rocks

	When we drove South in a Dodge
	for the sake of a bimbo in a bikini
	We knew her heart was ours to take
	and what-ever was in the bikini
	That teeny weenie bikini
	And me and Peter and Dave and Paul
	Rode South from where all the snowflakes fall
	In my Dad's old 82 Dodge.
	His rust-covered 82 Dodge
	And I've lost Peter and I've lost Paul
	and I've lost Dave and worst of all
	I've lost the Dodge

Now Paul and Peter went cruising.
Found a room at the local motel
They picked up a pair of twin sisters,
and they figured they'd done pretty well
Turned out each one was a hot one.
They were having the time of their lives
Till Daddy turned up with a shotgun.
Now it's Peter and Paul and their wives

	When we drove South in a Dodge
	for the sake of a bimbo in a bi-kini
	We knew her heart was ours to take
	and what-ever was in the bi-kini
	That teeny weenie bi-kini
	And me and Peter and Dave and Paul
	Rode South from where all the snowflakes fall
	In my Dad's old 82 Dodge.
	His rust-covered 82 Dodge
	And I've lost Peter and I've lost Paul
	and I've lost Dave and worst of all
	I've lost the Dodge

It's eighty-five miles to the border.
It's twenty-five more to a phone
And I might meet a girl named Heather,
and I might spend a week all a-lone
Turns out this trip was a bum-out.
Turns out that it wasn't much fun
But here I stand with my thumb out,
for a ride to the Florida sun

	We all drove South in a Dodge
	for the sake of a bimbo in a bikini
	We knew her heart was ours to take
	and what-ever was in the bikini
	That teeny weenie bikini
	And me and Peter and Dave and Paul
	Rode South from where all the snowflakes fall
	In my Dad's old 82 Dodge.
	His rust-covered 82 Dodge
	And I've lost Peter and I've lost Paul
	and I've lost Dave and worst of all
	I've lost the Dodge