Sand In My Suitcase

Lyrics

"Sand In My Suitcase"

Music & Lyrics by Scott Cooley.

You tried to teach me how to dance the shag

And you took it way too seriously

Carolina girls like you, think you're so cool

Myrtle beach just wasn't my kind of scene

It was almost a forgetful vacation

But you were so hot it made up for a lot

There's still sand in my suitcase

Think I've got the post spring break blues

There's still sand in my suitcase

From my days on the east coast with you

Reminding me of our week-long fling

I'm still sad it had to end so soon

You tried to teach me about beach music

Still don't understand what it's supposed to be

Seems like a copy of the Motown sound

Can't fool a Michigan boy like me

It was almost a forgetful vacation

But you were so hot it made up for a lot

There's still sand in my suitcase

Think I've got the post spring break blues

There's still sand in my suitcase

From my days on the east coast with you

Reminding me of our week-long fling

I'm still sad it had to end so soon

We were young and free and wild and crazy

No parents around to keep us from our fun

Drove down in my muscle car to find where the girls are

Who wear those skimpy bikinis in the sun, and I found one

It was almost a forgetful vacation

But you were so hot it made up for a lot

There's still sand in my suitcase

Think I've got the post spring break blues

There's still sand in my suitcase

From my days on the east coast with you

Reminding me of our week-long fling

I'm still sad it had to end so soon