Cecil Otter - Lakeshore Drifter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
You'll call me Cecil Otter
That small-town, big talker
Dick blocker, hanging out with Davy Jones in his locker

[Hook]
It's the lakeshore drifter
Make sure if ya
Not double fisting your liquor
You ain't a real drinker
Lakeshore drifter
Make sure if ya
Not double fisting your liquor
You ain't a real drinker

[Verse 1]
Hey, yo, there's 10,000 lakes, man
I dip my toes in each of 'em
This beach bum stands on his tippy toes to reach the sun
Leeches are on the shallow depths
That's why most shallow cats are leeches
So if that's the boat you board
Then you bitches drive on past our beaches
I don't drive a Cadillac
I walk through cattle crap
I'm a true soldier
Yeah, you're looking California?
You're feeling Minnesota?
I'm looking Minneapolis
But I'm feeling North Dakota
Don't slip in my [?] oil slick
I spread it to the earth to keep the soil rich
But sometimes Mother Earth is a royal bitch
Like when I got a plan to plant some shhhh
Fuck an electric stove, I don't want to rewire it
I'm down for digging a hole for a fire pit
The fact is I don't got an address
I just rake up leaves and make believe that it's my mattress

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I don't need to see an ocean view
Just need one Great Lake that I can grow into
Like in summer or winter
A place where yesterday's breakfast is tomorrow's dinner
So come on, man
You bring the beer
I'll bring the charcoal
And we'll all drink until this bar's closed
But see there's no bar man, we'll drink until the sun smiles
And check the time on our sun dials
I'm a son of a gun
The son of a son of a sailor
Jimmy Buffett
I'm a son of a gun
The son of a son of a sailor

[Hook]

[Outro]
So party up, party down, and party sideways
You bring the beer
I'll bring my mouth here
And drink your beer and go back to South Minneapolis