You Were My Fuji
John Vanderslice
Oh we kissed only once,
In your stripped out apartment,
You sold your furniture,
So we kissed on the carpet.
it's like a whaling ship
Oh, is being on tour you know,
Next day you gotta set sail
In your 350 Ford
you were my fiji,
O believe me
Those hours with you they
Only expand
O you, you were my fiji
O believe me
But I fell in love with
Somebody else's sand
Somebody else's dry land
you're a stripper now,
In new orleans
Fucking whale sank my van and
Took my shipmates into the sea.