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Bikini Underwear Boxers


Artist: That Beach Sound Cartel
Artist's Description
Humorous Country-Surf story song based on a wild 1980s South Florida night. Character-driven lyrics, vintage beach-bar energy, a catchy sing-along hook and an unforgettable comic payoff. Well suited for Country, Americana, Trop Rock and novelty artists.

Genre(s): Country, Alternative Country, Surf Rock
Mood(s): Epic, Joyous, Playful
Style(s): Action Adventure, Comedy, Slapstick, Summer
Language(s): English
Bikini Underwear BoxersStandard License:$79.00
Extended License:$199.00
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Bikini Underwear Boxers

By That Beach Sound Cartel
[Verse 1]

Thursday night on Biscayne Boulevard
Ladies Night, the place was packed

Me and the boys showed up every week
For the men’s bikini underwear dance

One of us would always win
A hundred-fifty bucks or more

Buy drinks for the whole damn crew
Then do it all again next Thursday

My buddy Jimmy wanted in
Said, “This week’s gonna be mine.”

We all just grinned…
Watching Jimmy dance
Was gonna be worth the price of admission.

[Verse 2]

Then through the door came Mr. Perfect…
Rolex…
Calvin Kleins…
Six-foot-two and tan

Every woman in the building
Started cheerin’ for that man

Jimmy saw the writing on the wall
Could hear the crowd erupt

Looked at us and laughed…
“Boys…
I got one move left.”

[Chorus]

Red-haired Freckled Jimmy
Wasn’t gonna lose this contest

Turned into a Bikini Underwear Boxer
Right there to protest

Dollar bills were flyin’
Ladies screamin’ loud

Jimmy might've lost the dance contest…
But he stole the whole damn crowd

Red-haired Freckled Jimmy
Caught that pretty boy in the choppers

Two fools in bikini briefs
Turned into Bikini Underwear Boxers

Bikini Underwear Boxers…

Bikini Underwear Boxers…

You should’ve seen it…

Funny as hell.

[Verse 3]

Red-haired Freckled Jimmy
Always wanted to be Sugar Ray

Spent his days hittin’ heavy bags
Shadow boxin’ every day

Thought he was a future champion
Golden Gloves and all

But this Thursday night on Biscayne Boulevard
Was a different kind of brawl

[Verse 4]

Pretty sure Dana White wasn’t there
Back in nineteen-eighty-five

But watchin’ those Bikini Underwear Boxers
Sure looked like that sport came alive

Punches flyin’
Beer was spillin’
Dollar bills hit the floor
Two grown men in bikini briefs
Settlin’ the final score

The ladies screamed

The DJ laughed

The music never stopped

Jimmy dusted off his knees
Still standin’ there in his undies

Looked over at our crew…
Started grinnin’…

Held up a gold Rolex…
And said…
“Well boys…
I’m pretty sure this is called winnin'…

[Final Chorus]

Red-haired Freckled Jimmy
Wasn’t gonna lose this contest

Turned into a Bikini Underwear Boxer
Right there to protest

Dollar bills were flyin’
Ladies screamin’ loud

Jimmy might've lost the dance contest…
But he stole the whole damn crowd

Red-haired Freckled Jimmy
Caught that pretty boy in the choppers

Two fools in bikini briefs
Turned into Bikini Underwear Boxers

Bikini Underwear Boxers…

Bikini Underwear Boxers…

You should’ve seen it…

Funny as hell.

Red-haired Freckled Jimmy
Probably lost that contest

But he became a Bikini Underwear Boxer
That nobody could forget

Dollar bills were flyin’
Ladies screamin’ loud

Jimmy might've lost the dance contest…
But he stole the whole damn crowd

Red-haired Freckled Jimmy
Grinnin’ like a happy Irish thief

Held up a gold Rolex…
Still wearing his bikini underwear briefs

Bikini Underwear Boxers…

Bikini Underwear Boxers…

Funniest damn thing

I ever saw.

Uh, next Thursdays dance off

It’s Big Mitch’s turn…..

Oh Lawd……
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