The Whole World Passed Through
By That Beach Sound Cartel
[Intro]
I wasn’t even from around there…
Erick was my boy from football…
I’d roll over to see him…
And somehow…
That turned into the whole damn afternoon.
[Verse 1]
Garage door open…
South Florida sun…
Me, Erick and Bernard…
Here comes everyone.
Forty-fives in our hands…
Cold as they could be…
Little bottle of Tabasco…
Sittin’ there waitin’ on me.
We’d talk about football…
Talk about the girls…
Who did what…
Who said that…
Sometimes, same old stories…
Didn’t matter if we were repeatin’…
They still made us laugh.
And every couple minutes…
Somebody came walking past.
“Yo!”
“What’s up, man?”
“Where you headed?”
“AYYY!”
[Verse 2]
Some were walking…
Some came rolling by on bikes…
Some stopped for five minutes…
Then stayed half the night.
Seemed like Erick knew everybody…
Bernard probably did…
Me?
I just showed up some afternoons…
And somehow I fit right in.
There goes Micky…
Aw hell…
Here we go…
“CHECK MICKY OUT…
HE IN HIS DIRTY DRAWERS!”
And Micky’d throw something back…
Never missed a beat…
That’s just how you talked…
On that little Hollywood street.
[Pre-Chorus]
Nobody looking for trouble…
Nobody trying to prove…
Anything to anybody…
We were just…
Groovin’.
Just…
Groovin’
[Chorus]
And the whole world passed through…
Our little driveway…
Everybody knew somebody…
Everybody had something to say.
You could keep on walking…
Or pull up a chair and stay…
The whole world passed through…
Our little driveway.
[Verse 3]
First forty-five…
We drank it cold.
Second forty-five…
Somebody got bold.
“Where’s the Tabasco?”
Hell…
I think that started with me…
Couple little drops…
Then a couple turned to three.
By the third one…
We were seasoning beer…
Like a bunch of damn fools…
With absolutely no fear.
Hotter…
Hotter…
“Step on it bro, put some more in mine…”
Everything was beautiful…
Till bathroom time.
Ooooohhhhh…
Damn.
“Tabasco!”
“I TOLD YOU!”
[Verse 4]
Then Mrs. Johnson…
Would come looking through the door…
She already knew the answer…
She’d asked a thousand times before.
“Y’all hungry?”
“YES MA’AM!”
Didn’t matter who was sitting there…
Didn’t matter who came through…
Somehow there was always enough…
For one more plate or two.
And another face would wander up…
Another story getting told…
While that Florida afternoon…
Slowly started turning gold.
[Chorus]
The whole world passed through…
Our little driveway…
Everybody knew somebody…
Everybody had something to say.
You could keep on walking…
Or pull up a chair and stay…
The whole world passed through…
Our little driveway.
[Bridge]
Funny thing is…
Nothing happened.
No fights…
No big plan…
No place we had to be.
Just Erick…
Bernard…
And me.
A garage door open…
A neighborhood going by…
And enough beers and laughter…
To carry us till sundown.
I wasn’t from there…
But nobody seemed to care.
[Final Chorus]
The whole world passed through…
Our little driveway…
“Yo, what’s up?”
Every damn day.
Some stayed a minute…
Some pulled up a chair and stayed…
The whole world passed through…
Our little driveway.
Forty-fives…
Tabasco…
Stories we’d already told…
Mrs. Johnson feeding everybody…
While the Florida sky turned gold.
Never thought much about those afternoons…
Hell, we were just killing time…
The whole world passed through…
That little driveway of ours…
And for a little while…
The whole damn world was fine.
[Outro]
The whole world passed through…
That little driveway of ours…
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