
Sarah don't preach
There's oil on the beach.
Sarah don't preach
Old Man's needin' sleep;
I've made up my mind
I think you're crazy.
Oh, you ain't my kind;
Your scope's blurry and hazy...
Daddy, Daddy if you could only see
The lies she's told to me
You'd nod, shake your head,
Ignore her words, the things she's said;
You're askin': "Why, son, why?"
I'm growlin', "Alaska, ain't ya glad
She's leavin',
she's leavin' tomorrow..."
Sarah don't preach
Stay far out of reach
Sarah don't preach
Silence th' l'il liar's screech
I've made up my mind;
You seem so crazy....
Sarah don't preach
There's oil on the beach
Sarah don't preach
Old Man's needin' sleep...
You've made up your mind
You're keepin' your crazy...





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