The wind's not going to blow me away I'm getting thin, though, and my skin is looking grey Downtown just hasn't been the same since the oil boom days And the market's not so self-a**ured anymore. Waves are tiny but the current is deceptive Miami style's alive again, the Speedo's been resurrected The kids are all floating out to sea with the riptide Their parents never learned how to swim: pity. In this town new people are something you never see The same ones keep returning like smallpox or TB The socialists are unionizing for a health plan and a raise But you know that one for all or all for one it's just another day. In this sad town don't let your guard down In this bad town don't let your guard down