| Lyrics: | Weather ‘round here chopping and changing,
Surgery in the air,
Print shirts and
southern accents,
Cigars and big hair.
We got the wheels, and petrol’s
cheap,
Only went there for a week,
Got the sun,
Got the sand,
Got the
batteries…in the handycam.
Her eyes all swimming pool blue,
Dumbbells and a
diving board.
Baby’s always attracted to
the things she’s afraid
of.
Big girl with the sweet tooth
Watches the skinny girl in the photo
shoot.
Freshmen, squeaky clean,
She tastes like chlorine.
Miami!
My
Mammy!
Love the movies,
love to walk those movie sets,
Get to shoot someone in
the foot,
Get to smoke some cigarettes.
No big deal – we know the score,
Just
back from the video store,
Got the car and the car chase,
What’s he got inside that
case?
I want a close-up of that face.
Here comes th’ car
chase.
Miami!
My Mammy!
Miami!
I bought two new
suits…Miami,
Pink and blue…Miami,
I took a photo of
you…Miami,
Getting’ hot in a photo booth…Miami.
I said you looked like
a Madonna,
You said…maybe…
said I wanna have your baby...baby,
We could
make something beautiful,
Said that wouldn’t be a problem,
At least not in
Miami.
Some places are like your Auntie,
But there’s no place like
Miami.
Miami!
My Mammy |
