The night Gene&Dean played the island, we fucked all night long.
Monique the Freak shouted “Captain Fantasy!” and came on the sand
And our neighborly waves heard us scream, pulse, and splash
Soon following suit, bursting forth our contagious love.

And that time Neil played On the Beach on the beach
And you hiked up on my lap- I took a breath and a swim.
Your lips covered mine with a shotgun cloud of smoke.
The sun came up unveiling my nude cowgirl in the sand.

Sometime in New York City we met up with our friend.
Yoko introduced us to her husband and we got to drinking tea.
They told us life stories, we old friends finally together, says John,
Us four have known each other for years- ‘bout time we met.

Van the Man came out to the pad and offered us a drink.
Seemed he coundn’t sing a song without an Irish nip or four.
We sat him down between us, covered in cloud and offered up
The pipe with a bright, red glow. A cherry caravan all of our own.

And every time I fall asleep to that motion picture pick,
And we come together in a most soft and solid hold.
And stare at our eyes the way young lovers do.
Our lips mouthing the same as we drift off into the wide blue sea—

Please, wash me down.