Songtexte Kris Kraft - Pavement

I miss my trusty Kris Kraft
That itsy bitsy skiff
With top-siders and chinos
Freshly pressed and stiff

And sometimes when I'm landlocked
And yearning for the sea
I get into my bathtub
Indulge my reverie

For the quickest silver
Luck is all on me
We look so very civilized
In shocking pink and green

And what about the beach club
On Wednesday afternoon
The ladies clucking lowly
Like enemy platoons

One, two, three
Go!