They come from the east,
they come from the west,
they come from the cold,
frigid cities.
They swarm to Key West
(ice and snow, they detest)
to shed their clothes and
bare their titties.
Some young, some old,
some shy, some bold,
sporting bazoombas to
itty-bitties.
Fried eggs getting tanned,
sautéed in oil and sand,
whet my appetite to write
silly ditties.