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SWINGERS
(c) 1997 Finetti/Greene  Right Sum Music (BMI)  Best of Breed Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved.  Used by Permission.
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Let's throw the top down and cruise out to Vegas
And drop a few hundred and then
I'll change the oil and we'll have a few cocktails
And drop a few hundred....again
Shoot up to Reno, check into a motel
Relax on our vibrating bed
Wake up at noon have some free in-room coffee
Man! Dig that buffet - what a spread

    We're two swingers making the scene, two renegade vagabonds
    We just blew in from nineteen sixty three
    We're two  hipsters, outta sight and out of time
             I'm grooving on him - and I'm digging me
    
Coded some software when I was in college
Made me a bundle of bread
I don't need cell phones, 'n pagers,  'n modems
I carry my world in my head
My gal says takeout and I hit the gas
And we fly down that miracle mile
Pop in an eight track - turn  up the rat pack
Yeah! Neon and chrome - that's our style

    We're two swingers making the scene, two renegade vagabonds
    We just blew in from nineteen sixty three
    We're two  players, outta sight and out of time.
            I'm telling you man, we're calendar free

Free, to party pool side
Free, to mambo til dawn
Lounge at the lanai conversing - baby you and I we're nursing
Highballs and martinis eating little cocktail weenies

They're really retro and strictly hetero
Just like the way we used to be
Don't do aerobics - they're homophobics
Just like the way we used to be

Put on your pill box and zip up your car coat
We're out to catch Wayne at the Sands
Grease a few palms for a table up front
And we'll show off our clothes and our tans
I'm spilling Jim Beam all over my shark skin
And Newton's obscured by a pole
We ditch the encore then -- POW-- it's lucky sevens
We'll never crap out - We're on a roll

             We're two swingers making the scene, two renegade vagabonds
    We just blew in from nineteen sixty three
    We're two hipsters, outta sight and out of time
    I'm in the mood for Mayfair
    Put the kids in day care
    Grab your credit cards
    Come fly with me

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