DSqualls out on the gulf stream, Gbig storms comin' soonD
I paGssed out in my hamDmock, E7God, I slept 'till way past A7noon
GStood up and tried to foDcus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look farC A G
I Gknew I could use a Bloody MaDry
so I sA7tumbled next door to the Dbar
DAnd now I mBmust confess, I could F#muse some rest
GI can't run at this A7pace very lDong
Yes it's Bmquite insane, I think it F#mhurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired
And I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
and then I made up this song
Well, the wind is blowin' harder now, fifty knots or there abouts
There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts
It's time to close the shutters, it's time to go inside
In a week I'll be in gay Paris
Well that's a mighty long airplane ride