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Kris KraftI miss my trusty Kris Kraftthat itsy bitsy skiffwith topsiders and chinosfreshly pressed and stiffAnd sometimes when I'm landlockedand yearning for the seaI get into my bathtubindulge my reverieFor the quickest silverwe look so very civilizedin shocking pink and greenAnd what about the beach clubon Wednesday afternoonthe ladies clucking lowlylike enemy platoonsone, two, three, go Aus Songtexte Mania