The Benz fans   Are turned up high   Land pans   Before your eyes      Flashback   To father's suntanned thighs   Hopped on   In driver's seat      Up front   With dangling feet   Chest belt   His muscled arm around   And the sun goes down   And the sun goes down      The lake wakes   A hard blue sky   Waves break   And Sam says hi      Flashback   To Super Snorkel Spy   Young blonde   With fishing net      Strong, fond   His back half wet   Splash track   And underwater sound   And the sun goes down      Please stop the thinking and the torture   You can really only take so much   Things do look better in the morning   Without any grudge      The twins bathe   At 10 A.M.   Grins taped   On Sony cam      Flashback   To mother's glaring lamp   Dives, swift   Into the roar      Wives drift   Shift, save on shore   Jam-packed   The night that Natty drowns   And the sun goes down      Please stop the thinking and the torture   You can really only take so much   Things do look better in the morning   Without any grudge      Would you stop this futile thinking?   Would you stop these figments now?   Would you stop this futile thinking?   Stop these figments now   Stop these figments now      Please stop the thinking and the torture   You can really only take so much   Things do look better in the morning   Without any grudge      Would you stop this futile thinking?   Would you stop these figments now?   Would you stop this futile thinking?   Stop these figments now