Song parody of
Red Tide
by Jupiter Ammon
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You can call it a fashion scene
In tune and we're floating on memory
Cast our pearl into a red tide
Break America's heart with the big eyes
Bring the camera in closer
Show your face to the director
Make contact with the set loaded with contra
Super 70 on super computer
Amun call your number tonight the lucky son
Strike from behind and take her down to tundra
Across my pretty ice bridge
Where we fly on white wings
Her subterranean world
Made of diamonds and pearls
Keep me easy on the eyes
And in the red tide
Lights camera action stop moving
Touch the program and put in magic lantern
My camera is hacked
Sort of like a dope fiend on crack
Downtown in my desert oasis
We're heat waving, we're kissing mirages
Our 50mm is in focus
A dozen digital negative roses
Burnt passion picture window magician
On the red carpet they're screaming white Egyptian
Moses turned the nile to blood
But I'll turn you around to the moon to blood yeah
Her celestial plane
Filled with water and flame
Keep me extremely fly
And in the red tide
You can call it a fashion scene
In tune and we're floating on memory
Cast our pearl into a red tide
Break America's heart with the big eyes
Bring the camera in closer
Show your face to the director
Make contact with the set loaded with contra
Super 70 on super computer
Amun call your number tonight the lucky son
Strike from behind and take her down to tundra
Across my pretty ice bridge
Where we fly on white wings
Her subterranean world
Made of diamonds and pearls
Keep me easy on the eyes
And in the red tide
Lights camera action stop moving
Touch the program and put in magic lantern
My camera is hacked
Sort of like a dope fiend on crack
Downtown in my desert oasis
We're heat waving, we're kissing mirages
Our 50mm is in focus
A dozen digital negative roses
Burnt passion picture window magician
On the red carpet they're screaming white Egyptian
Moses turned the nile to blood
But I'll turn you around to the moon to blood yeah
Her celestial plane
Filled with water and flame
Keep me extremely fly
And in the red tide
