Party With Marty (Abstract Blues)

Now my brother's disappeared
 And the fish ain't biting like they used to
 And my motel room opens to a well-trimmed lawn
 But the evening's warm
 And I know just what I'm gonna do
 I'm gonna drink and party with my friend Marty
 Till the abstract blues are gone
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 Well, the cooler's full of ice
 And we've wedged open the motel room door
 And there's a pair of girls just out of
 This world in room 104
 They're on their way over with bikini tops
 And cutoff jeans
 We don't know their names
 But there's no mistaking what their matter means
 Me and Marty and the girls, we party on the oceanside
 Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide
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 There's no better bruise for the abstract blues than a ko21ue
 And we'll be punching the lights out until the night's out
 The girls and Marty and me
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 Laurie is a Native American, I love the exotic type
 She says she's searching in the whole world
 For surfing the perfect pipe
 She don't like her parents
 But ain't that inherent for a healthy girl?
 I don't know where she's been
 But tonight I will hang ten on a surfer girl
 And Marty's got Susie by his side
 They're dancing to a Latin beat
 She's got cute little anklets
 Resting just over her tanned little feet
 I can't hear what they're saying
 But I can tell that they're praying
 That the song won't end
 And neither this before we all go back
 To the real world again
 Me and Marty and the girls, we party by the oceanside
 Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide
 There's no better bruise for the abstract blues than a ko21ue
 We're gonna get the decision, festive collision
 The girls and Marty and me
 Then in the morning
 Sunshine comes warming a window blind
 I'm laying with Laurie, who's just laid with me
 And it blows my mind
 And I'm thinking that this time
 I won't be going back to my former life
 I'm throwing my lot in 'cause I glad right now
 I got into the maritime life
 Me and Marty and the girls, we party at the oceanside
 Turned off the world for a while, let the problems slide
 There's no better bruise for the abstract blues than a ko21ue
 And we'll be punching the lights out until the night's out
 Gonna get the decision, a festive collision
 The girls and Marty and me