Threw my glasses in the dirt
Tell you 'man that really hurt
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk


Then he slammed me in the door
Got me feeling pretty sore

So I'm lying in the bottom bunk

Now we've gone too far astray

I do believe you've had your way with me
Not much of a holiday
I do believe you've had your way with me

Your way with me

Very pretty and you're tanned

But I rather sleep with my right hand

'Cause baby things just get too rough

When we get together in above
So, I'm lying in the bottom bunk


Now we've gone too far astray
I do believe you've had your way with me
Not much of a holiday

I do believe you've had your way with me
Your way with me


Now we've gone too far astray
I do believe you've had your way with me
Not much of a holiday

I do believe you've had your way with me
Your way with me