Landlocked Surf Rock

Motorcycles, denim jeans, neon lights, Tennessee Ten bucks for a beer at every bar Singing Buddy Holly at the naked karaoke With a 58 and phoney southern draw Gotta love that landlocked surf rockabilly kind of feeling Makes your head bop, head bop Doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop Yeah, that landlocked surf rockabilly kind of feeling Keeps me dreaming of the day when I'm gonna get my star Yeah, some California techie in a cowboy hat is dancing By himself beneath the disco ball While the preacher's outside smoking Sharing Jesus with the homeless On his way to get a tattoo on his arm Gotta love that landlocked surf rockabilly kind of feeling Makes your head bop, head bop Doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop Yeah, that landlocked surf rockabilly kind of feeling Keeps me dreaming of the day when I'm gonna get my star Gotta love that landlocked surf rockabilly kind of feeling Makes your head bop, head bop Doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop Yeah, that landlocked surf rockabilly kind of feeling Keeps me dreaming of the day when I'm gonna get my star