The Grapevine Lyrics

Isolated, we are castaways
Alone in room 220, all summer days
Were reprimanded by a guy named Scott
Got the grace that replaced a strike we shoulda got
Butchie Whuchie was the song we sang
Da Summer staff, da SEALs, Butch and da gang
Uptown victory with Pop- and da boys
Boca downtown just hearing the noise
Da SEALs were out, da board was gone
Da hooptie was crashed or so says the song
Now summers over in one fact we trust
Morris and Sam-Mac; Geeks or bust
(chorus)
*What will people think when they hear that Sam and Craig are geeks
What will people do since they know that it's true
I don't really care if we are labeled

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