LYRIC FOR SALE

By That Beach Sound Cartel

[Verse 1]

Another Dolphins season, ending in misery
We found another place to spend our Sundays
Down the causeway with the windows down
Leaving all our troubles back in town

The boats were rocking easy by the dock
Nobody cared about the hands on the clock
Cold beer sweating in the afternoon sun
And that sweet reggae band had just begun

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Steve and Greg, Ben and me
Usually down there by the sea
Sometimes Mitch, sometimes Neal
Redheaded Jimmy was part of the deal

The reggae had us swaying in our chairs
Cold beer and good friends, not a single care
The sun was sinking slowly into the bay
And nobody was thinking of calling it a day

[Chorus]

Those Sundays at Monty’s
Where the reggae rolled across the bay
A little sunshine, a little rum
And nothing getting in our way

The boats rocked gently, the beer stayed cold
And we had nowhere else to go
That Jamaican rhythm carried us away
Those were the Sundays by the bay

[Verse 2]

Little paper umbrellas in the drinks
Pretty girls smiling from across the way
We weren’t there to chase a romance
But we wouldn’t turn one away

A bunch of old friends and a bucket of beer
There was always room for one more here
The sun sank slowly into Biscayne Bay
And the music washed the whole week away

[Pre-Chorus 2]

A little Spanish drifting through the laughter
A little reggae floating from the band
Old friends talking over one another
With another cold one in our hands

No plans to make, no place to be
Just the music and that ocean breeze
The conversation flowed as easy as the tide
And we let another afternoon slip by

[Chorus]

Ah those Sundays at Monty’s
Where the reggae rolled across the bay
A little sunshine, a little rum
And nothing getting in our way

The boats rocked gently, the beer stayed cold
And we had nowhere else to go
That Jamaican rhythm carried us away
Those were the Sundays by the bay

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]

The dock lights shimmered on the water
And the boats were shadows in the blue
Somebody ordered one more round
Like we always said we’d do

The reggae rolled on, soft and slow
And nobody felt the need to go
That easy feeling settled deep inside
Like we were floating with the evening tide

[Bridge]

Funny how a song can take you somewhere
To a place you haven’t seen in years
One little rhythm on a Sunday
And that old waterfront appears

I can almost hear that reggae play
And feel the breeze from Biscayne Bay
Close my eyes and I’m right back there
With those Sunday sunsets in the air

[Final Chorus]

I miss those Sundays at Monty’s
Where the reggae rolled across the bay
A little sunshine, a little rum
And nothing getting in our way

The boats rocked gently, the beer stayed cold
And we had nowhere else to go
That Jamaican rhythm carried us away
Those were the Sundays by the bay

[Outro]

Those Sundays at Monty’s
With the sunset on the tide
The music and the memories
Still keep those days alive