Dale the 3rd Funk

Dale the third works the docks

like his dad

Cheeseburgers in the lot

after the shift

Tying the knot with a girl from the shore

Drinking from a coconut filled with something strong

Never strayed far from Miami Dade shores

Watching the changes roll in like the tide

Sad for the old ways fading away

Forklift rides and meth on the side

Son of a son of a son of some Miami dade white

trash scum Only fiddled a dick

once when he was a bum His old lady’s parts they smell

like chum

Keys on the horizon from the brother in law boat Crack smoke

drifting as he turns around Never steps ashore

just stares for a while Heading home before the sun goes down

Son of a son

of a son of some Miami dade white trash scum Only fiddled

a dick

once when he was a bum His old lady’s parts they smell

like chum