Lonesome Jim - Beach Baby

No one ever gets to know how I get my kicks

Because baby that’s my own, that’s my own bussiness

When I’m down at the stores, I put a chill in the air

And these guys wanna talk, but I can’t say I care

Much about the people buzzing around me

And they’re speaking all the time about such, and such, and such

But it’s fucking boring

So I don’t mind if they want to marginalize me

Yeah, keep me on the sidelines 'cause it’s easy, just fine

I can keep myself busy

No you don’t get to ask me, where I go at night

I’m kinda fierce with my privacy

It’s a human right

I keep a little black flag, in an old jam jar

'Cause she reminds me of you guys

And how you never get far

When you buzz around the shade of the tree

And you’re speaking all the time about this, and that, and then

But it’s fucking boring

'Cause I’m a star

Yeah, I’m on a far out frequency

I’ve been listening for patterns on my satelite TV

And bribing my setencing

It’s a feeling that I can’t quite explain

It’s like I have a manner of a heavenly hand

Still tethered up my brain