Dale 3rd’s Dockside Blues

Dale the third on the docks again

Cheeseburgers in the lot with his friends Tying the knot with a

girl from the shore

Gasoline from a husk he pours

Meth on the forklift he runs the shift

Never left Miami Dade since birth Watching the water turn from clear

to gray

Sad as the skyline fades away

Son of a son of a son of some Miami Dade white

trash scum

Only fiddled a dick once or maybe twice when he was a

bum

His old lady’s parts they smell like chum

Hey what can ya do

(hey what can ya do)

Keys on the boat he never steps ashore Just stares at the

water smokes some more

Flip flops slapping like

some titties that dropped

Rum in his veins and the sun getting hot

Son of a son of a son of some Miami Dade white

trash scum

Only fiddled a dick once or maybe twice when he was a

bum

His old lady’s parts they smell like chum

Hey what can ya do

(hey what can ya do)