Dingos & Flamingos from Crunchy Sponges by The Dank Flavours

Yeah the good times
They keep on rolling
The Solos
Are overflowing
Ganja
Packed in the bowl
All the cocaine
Is lined up for war
I’m stalling
Graduating
Folks appalled and
The dean is hating
But I’m making
More memories
Marinating
With hard-earned D’s

Textbooks to my knees
Thesis is draining me
5-Hour Energies
Screw it, Give me 9 bud-heavies

You’re all alone
Your folks are gone
Class is out
It’s the perfect storm
Your best friend’s got
Some beers and pot
You hear who’s coming (who?)
Some chicks--they’re hot (ooo!)
The fridge is stocked
Booze cabinet unlocked
We can’t be stopped
Unless they bring the swat
So we go and we go
Like you don’t want to know
Tongues down all the throats
And this thing’s ready to blow!

Like it’s a bank robbery
You put your hands in the air
You lose your wallet and your phone
But tonight you don’t care
Girls get up on the stage
Let the song take you there
Yea you’re moving so hot
You’re turning medium rare

The sound is all around you
And your heart it surrounds
And the bees on the trees
Fall to their knees on the ground
And the elves get off their shelves
And start all moving around
And your face melts off your face
And lies there glued to the ground
And your frown is pounded downward
By the town as they stare
And now you toss around your head like Miley
Does with her hair
You check your mind at the door
Before you hit the dance floor
So you can show that cute girl
You own the dance-move store

Like it’s a Dank robbery…

• Rock
• United States