To the tune of the theme from Gilligan's Island
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a southbound trip
That started from Altamonte
With me and Miss Britt.
We hit the road at quarter to one,
The drive seemed to take days.
Before too long we were hanging out
With Finn and the gays*.
Finn and the gays*.
We searched for food on Ocean Drive
Britt bravely led the way
If not for the restaurant offering half off,
I would have died that day.
I would have died that day.
The food was placed in front of us, piled twenty feet high
With Stone Crab Legs
And lobster too,
The filet mignon and the sides,
The mojitos
The Diet Cokes and Brittinis,
Piled twenty feet high.
So we ate and drank for several hours,
We smoked and talked and hollered,
And when we asked for the final bill,
It was 800 dollars.
The waiter and the manager,
Made us quite distressed,
So I decided to dispute the charge,
With my American Express.
They lied, no shame, no business sense,
They won't get our money,
Their name is The Rendezvous,
They're as slimy as can be.
The rest of the the night was a total blast,
I'd go back down in a sec,
And to the staff of The Rendezvous,
You can all go to . . . fuck yourself.
