Texty:
Sloan Navy Blues

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, we're gonna get it started, yeah, yeah, yeah The only thing that's left to do is cure the broken-hearted, yeah C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Chester the molester's not without his charm She can see herself hanging off his arm He's saying, "Hey bartender, put it on my tab Unless my limit's running