Lyrics

Rode the bus all the way to Sayulita The old radio was blaring CCR Out the window The ocean rolling past us with the Smell of tacos on the salty air Let's go out on the waves and well drift on the sea I don't know anymore if I'm dreaming We'll Wake up in the morn with the roosters acrowing The sun shining bright the window We went down to Playa de los Muertos and Let our bodies get tossed among the Waves Then we drank the world's largest margarita And afterwards the memory's just a haze Let's go out on the waves and we'll drift on the sea I don't know anymore if I'm dreaming Well Wake up in the morn with the roosters a'crowing The sun shining bright through the window Now everybody, Everybody put your hands up, We are going to Sayulita put your hands up Spent thenight drinking Tecate and Corona Playing Dylan and staying up til late Woke up hungover and headed for the airport Heads aspinning we almost missed our plane Let's go out on the waves and we'll drift on the sea I don't know anymore if I'm dreaming We'll wake up in the morn with the roosters
Writer(s): John Welsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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