Basking in the sunshine
On an old deserted beach.
Only soul to inhabit it
Since way back when.
Here I lie without a worry.
No cares to bother me.
Just an old beach bum
With his trusty bottle of rum.
Oh I've had a few too many,
But who cares about a rum pot.
I just mind my own business
And let the sun sober me up.
I Enjoyed this George...
Diana...
Workin' for the Yankee dollar.
Maybe not. :)
Love ya!
Jane