Exile On Myrtle Beach Songtext
von Julie Christensen

I was countin roaches
In a chicken shack
Down on Myrtle Beach
The sun to my back
Got caught stealin hubcaps
Off a Pontiac
Yeah and here I am
Skippin Stones
And watchin birds
Headed from Albuquerque and I made a wrong turn
So I picked up some cardboard and I wrote down some words
Someone said it was a sign
Yeah, well you and me
Yeah we′re off scot free
Like Bruce on a bike with some boardwalk queen
They say two lanes'll take ya anywhere
But I guess they′ll take you on down
Down past Myrtle Beach
Hey La lala la
Hey La lala la


I saw Richard Pryor
Throw a stone into the ocean
Had a couple new jokes
But none o' them were worth quotin'
A couple good quips
Yeah and I guess that′s it
Nothing really on fire
I seen Elvis Presley
Down at the popsicle stand
Gettin cues from Andy Kaufman
On how to shake his ass
They′re doin a double header
Three night stand at Fran's East Side
Yeah well you and me
Yeah we′re off scot free
Like the heads that roll of the French Royalty
The revolution wasn't nothin but a strong narrative
Great publicity
Keeps the tourists in Myrtle Beach
Hey La lala la
Hey La lala la
Well I guess I′ll keep quiet
Like ol' Charlie Chaplin
Didn′t like the steak
So I spit it in the napkin
It was too well done for anything to happen
Guess I wanted something rare
But the ballgame's startin
So everybody cheer
Ya know it's a good song
If it sells some beer
You held me in the nosebleeds sayin why are we here
I said why do ya care?
Yeah well you and me
Yeah we′re off scot free
Like Eva and Adolf in a submarine
Some folks say they′re in Buenos Aires
But I seen em both
Chompin on hot dogs
And strollin down Myrtle Beach
Hey La lala la
Hey La lala la
Hey La lala la
Hey La lala la
Yeah well you and me
Yeah we're off scot free
Like Bruce on a bike with some boardwalk queen
They say two lanes′ll take ya anywhere
But I guess they'll take ya on down
Down past Myrtle Beach
Hey La lala la
Hey La lala la
Hey La lala la
Hey La lala la