Disappear Fear - On The Beach
                    	
                    Everybody's on the beach
                    Lovely bodies well in reach
                    I could've had a holiday
                    If that one hadn't gone away
                    Light another cigarette
                    For the buzz you'll never get
                    She lets me drive her brand new car
                    But not when I frequent the bar
                    I'm coming to get you
                    She plays the bongos night and day
                    My headache just won't go away
                    Tomorrow morn they'll find me dead
                    She wears her Russian boots to bed
                    Every day she goes to work
                    Woolen suits and fancy shirts
                    Nylons make the fellows crazy
                    They'd be so surprised to find me
                    I'm coming to get you
                    Ba da da da da...