Lyrics

Hey…don’t I know you, or maybe not…
I thought you were a friend, the first one that I’ve got
Nice to meet cha, I’m a beach creature

No cash in my pocket, but I’m out all the time
I’m down on my luck, can you spare a dime?
Nice to meet cha, I’m a beach creature

I played pool, got in a fight...
My gal busted my face, but I think I’m all right.
I’m gonna leave her...get outta town
Get the band together, we’re the best one around...I’m a beach creature

No healthcare, no dental plan…
Smoke 3 packs a day, and live on the sand
Nice to meet cha, I’m a beach creature

Got “Dreads” and a nose ring, and a new tattoo
I sleep on a couch...can I sleep with you?
Nice to meet cha, why not a beach creature?

I know a guy, the nicest you’ll meet,
He’s got a car and a house on Easy Street
We can stay with him...it’ll be so nice
He don’t care...I’ve stayed with him twice...I’m a beach creature

In a band called the Grubs, but got a broken guitar
Sang ‘round the world, yeah we really went far.
Nice to meet cha, why not a beach creature?

I was famous, been around the world
Won’t you come with me pretty girl...why not a beach creature?
Why not a beach creature (3x)..why NOT
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