Murder at the Tan Pro

So long, so long to the Tan Pro
Oh so long have I longed to see the beauties
all covered in bronze hold another color
In their hands along the tiles that shine as
white as my skin

Right now I've got cops on the telephone
Right by exploded vials of Coppertone
And floor-lying shards of fluorescent glass
In the air hang clouds of phosphorescent gas

Spring break rolls around they brown up
and buy their clorox curls
but they never expected this rosy eyed girl

So long, this'll prolly last to Wednesday
So tired, it was difficult to aim
but who would have known a little bit of lead
could so implode a bulb or a brain light
they thought melanoma would do 'em in the end
Not anticipating my double-barreled friend

Right now there's cops on the megaphone
Telling me to come out all alone
But they ain't learned that there's no way
Cause I'm gonna get burned if I venture into the day