Longer boats are comin' to win us.
They're comin' to win us.
They're comin' to win
us.
Longer boats are comin' to win us.
Hold on to the shore.
They'll be takin' the
key from the door.
Longer boats are comin' to win us.
They're comin' to win
us.
They're comin' to win us.
Longer boats are comin' to win us.
Hold on to the
shore.
They'll be takin' the key from the door.
I don't want no God on my
lawn;
Just a flower I can help along,
'Cause the soul of nobody knows
How a flower
grows.
Oh..
How a flower grows.
Longer boats are comin' to win us.
They're
comin' to win us.
They're comin' to win us.
Longer boats are comin' to win us.
Hold
on to the shore.
They'll be takin' the key from the door.
Mary dropped her pants by
the sand
And let a parson come and take her hand,
But the soul of nobody knows
Where
the parson goes.
Oh..
Where does the parson go?
Oh..
Longer boats are
comin' to win us.
They're comin' to win us.
They're comin' to win us.
Longer boats
are comin' to win us.
Hold on to the shore.
They'll be takin' the key from the door
