Lyrics

Bootlegger’s Ball

It’s that feeling you get each and every June
You need a holiday or a padded room
You trade your concrete jungle for a little water view
You need a big ol’ drink with a little umbrella

You’re getting “long in the tooth”, you’re getting “down in the mouth”
So you pack up the car and you head down south
To the place where the castles in the sand are 9 stories tall
The bartender hands you a ticket to the Bootlegger’s Ball

Baby. it’s the Bootleggers Ball
It’s never last call
They’re gonna have your money before you ever find the door

The tourists think but the locals know
You can make a lot of money helping others “let go”
It’s the currency of the economy
You trade the winter blues for the summertime fever

They got PYT’s drinking G&T’s
They got frozen margaritas and bloody mary’s
They got a white boy reggae band butchering Sublime
This place it looks like heaven honey and you could be my real good time

Baby it’s the Bootlegger’s Ball
Come one, come all
They’re gonna have your money before you ever find the door

HEY!

I say, Raise a glass all the good folks are coming to town
Spark up that late nite medicine and watch them all pass it around
Decadence and debauchery are better with a slice of lime
But right there in the backroom the good ole boys they’re counting every nickel and dime

Down here it ain’t what it seems the bartender has a law degree
And the richest guy i know, he owns all the Boardwalk rides
That’s why they say “see you next year” cause they don’t believe in goodbyes

Honey, it’s the Bootlegger’s Ball
Come one, come all
They’re gonna have your money before you ever find the door

Baby it’s the Bootlegger’s Ball
It’s never last call
They’re gonna have your money before you ever find the door