Cecil Otter - Lakeshore Drifter lyrics

[Intro] You'll call me Cecil Otter That small-town, big talker Dick blocker, hanging out with Davy Jones in his locker [Hook] It's the lakeshore drifter Make sure if ya Not double fisting your liquor You ain't a real drinker Lakeshore drifter Make sure if ya Not double fisting your liquor You ain't a real drinker [Verse 1] Hey, yo, there's 10,000 lakes, man I dip my toes in each of 'em This beach bum stands on his tippy toes to reach the sun Leeches are on the shallow depths That's why most shallow cats are leeches So if that's the boat you board Then you b**hes drive on past our beaches I don't drive a Cadillac I walk through cattle crap I'm a true soldier Yeah, you're looking California? You're feeling Minnesota? I'm looking Minneapolis But I'm feeling North Dakota Don't slip in my [?] oil slick I spread it to the earth to keep the soil rich But sometimes Mother Earth is a royal b**h Like when I got a plan to plant some shhhh f** an electric stove, I don't want to rewire it I'm down for digging a hole for a fire pit The fact is I don't got an address I just rake up leaves and make believe that it's my mattress [Hook] [Verse 2] I don't need to see an ocean view Just need one Great Lake that I can grow into Like in summer or winter A place where yesterday's breakfast is tomorrow's dinner So come on, man You bring the beer I'll bring the charcoal And we'll all drink until this bar's closed But see there's no bar man, we'll drink until the sun smiles And check the time on our sun dials I'm a son of a gun The son of a son of a sailor Jimmy Buffett I'm a son of a gun The son of a son of a sailor [Hook] [Outro] So party up, party down, and party sideways You bring the beer I'll bring my mouth here And drink your beer and go back to South Minneapolis