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Dressing down on this record high This suit and tie are choking me All toasts were made, the band has played Confetti's thrown, they've all gone home Designated driver's passed out on the floor I guess I'm staying over again Walked out on the wharf, took off all that we wore I guess you'd call us more than friends Dressing down is the right way It's a fine day to be next to you No room for clouds, it's a full sky Windows down for the long hot ride Sand in my feet and my heart starts to beat To the rhythm of the waves Grab your guitar and we'll sing a few bars To the fine girls across the way, hey, hey, hey Dressing down on this record high This suit and tie are choking me All toasts were made, the band has played Confetti's thrown, they've all gone home Designated driver's passed out on the floor I guess I'm staying over again Walked out on the wharf, took off all that we wore I guess you'd call us more than friends Aus Songtexte Mania