Coastline

Momma said,
“What you wanna be
when you grow up
Doesn’t matter that much
As long as you’re tough”

Momma said,
“What you wanna be
when you grow up
Doesn’t matter that much
As long as you’re tough”

You say you wanna be a spaceman
Playing in a rock band
What you waiting on? A wristband?
Oh there’s nothing to it,
You gotta just do it
Cause everybody seems to want it a lot
And if the right eyes see
You shoot straight to the top
But they fold whenever things get rough
That’s why you gotta be tough
Yeah, you gotta be

Momma said,
“What you wanna be
when you grow up
Doesn’t matter that much
As long as you’re tough”

Momma said,
“What you wanna be
when you grow up
Doesn’t matter that much
As long as you’re tough”

You gotta be
Yeah you gotta be
You gotta be tough
You gotta be
You know you gotta be
You gotta be tough

You gotta be
Yeah you gotta be
You gotta be tough
You gotta be
You know you gotta be
You gotta be tough

Momma said,
“What you wanna be
When you grow up
Doesn’t matter that much
As long as you’re tough”

Summer’s come wanna make the most of it
They leave the city and all head for the coast and then,
They pile in and ride through the night
They smell the bay and start feeling alright

Whoa, whoa, whoa

It’s a scorcher
And the beach is so crowded
My skin feels like it’s on fire
The water’s calling
And the waves are getting higher
And higher, and higher…

Whoa, whoa whoa

We spend our time
On the coastline
Yeah we spend our days
Just chasing waves
We spend our time
On the coastline
We spend our days
Just chasing waves

Whoa, whoa, whoa

You want the window
Well it’s alright
You want the middle
Well it’s alright
You want the aisle
Well it’s alright with me

You think I’m wrong
Well that’s alright
You hate this song
Well that’s alright
You want me gone
Well that’s alright with me

You’re making fun
Well that’s alright
You pull a gun
Well that’s alright
Want me to run
But that don’t sit right with me

'Cause I am shifty
Yeah I’m quick
Give you the look
And make you sick
Both the fox and the wizard
Rolled into one

Yeah, Death
Is coming round again
And he’s looking
For a new best friend
Don’t run
Or try to hide
Yeah, just go out and meet him
Tell him you ain’t ready to die
Just yet

You want the middle
Well that’s alright
You want the window
Well that’s alright
You want the aisle
Well that’s alright with me

I was nasty, I was mean
Born in a puddle of gasoline
But I learned to let the little things go

Everybody’s waiting for the weekend
Everybody’s playing the game
Everybody’s moving to the west end
Everybody’s circling the drain

They gotta roll it away
They gotta roll it away
They gotta roll it away
They gotta roll it away

When we were young
We knew what we were doing
When we were young
We all looked the same
But now we’re old
And looking pretty ugly
Just like our parents
We’re looking the same

We gotta roll it away
We gotta roll it away
We gotta roll it away
We gotta roll it away

Everybody’s waiting for the weekend
Everybody’s playing the game
Everybody’s moving to the west end
Everybody’s circling the drain

They gotta roll it away
They gotta roll it away
They gotta roll it away
They gotta roll it away