Way up on a high beam the job is ending,

Angel asked what now was I going to do.

“Make a new beginning,”

I said,

“living a freeborn lifestyle I once knew.”

 

“I’m gonna be a beach bum,

drifting from couch to couch.

Living life playing volley ball out in the sun;

rum?,

hell man, I’ll ne’er be without!

 

Small driftwood fires behind big sand dunes,

sleeping soundly underneath a lonesome cottage porch,

living from day to day in the month of June,

fire lighting as we spear fish by a driftwood torch.

 

Digging holes when the waves surge in for sea food traps,

leaving five or more mullet or blue crab when the waves go back out;

man,

this style of living is where true life is at,

on a palm shaded beach is where I wanna be

without a doubt!

 

Playing volley ball all day long in the wind having fun,

surfing on the next huge out going wave,

feeling cheerful beyond belief when one’s day is finally done,

Lord man, don’t hold me back, I can’t wait!

 

Being adopted by a tribe of older ladies,

running from bar to bar all night long,

one of them pinning to be my steady baby,

in this lifestyle I could never go wrong!

 

Working day labor from time to time,

otherwise living on the unemployment dole,

spending it all on huge cases of beer and wine;

Hoss,

this way of life never gets old!

 

Making traps from castaway hardware cloth,

catching flounder and red drum in a nearby salt marsh,

cooking them up inside a dumpster found boiling pot,

savoring salmagundi soup made from sea-weed, sand shark, and turtle parts.

 

Spending rainy days listening to a reggae band

inside open air dive bars,

sleeping underneath some abandoned cottage porch,

hanging out in libraries, if not in a mariner’s museum yard,

or underneath a bamboo she-bang by a tiki torch!

 

A beach bum is what I wanna be,

living a life that’s wild and free!

A beach bum!

A beach bum!

What a perfect adventure for me,

finally fading away into a misty sunset,

holding a chalice of fresh coconut juice & rum

by the surging sea!