True Florida Fact.
Long before GPS, ancient Floridians navigated by following coconut-laden shopping carts across the Everglades!
It's a land where the laws are optional, coffee's mandatory, and weirdness is a full-time profession.
Buckle up, buttercups — 'cause tonight we ride with the legends of the lost highways…
Serge and Coleman — Florida's saints of eternal chaos!
Coffee's boiling, engines roar,
Plastic flamingos guard the shore.
No map, no plan, just keys and sand,
A battered Nova and a half-baked band.
With a toast to the weird and the wild!
Riding dreams down the coastal mile!
Turquoise Nova hums down the line,
Coffee buzz strong, feeling just fine.
Coleman laughing, beer in hand,
Building a bong in the mangrove sand.
Palm trees sway through mango haze,
Stories roll with the Gulf Stream's blaze.
Yeah, we're runnin' with Serge and Coleman,
Coffee's strong and all the rules are broken.
From Duval dives, to Daytona nights,
Living loud and chasing postcard sights.
Hey now! Pour that swamp brew high!
Crazy's just the way we fly!
Plastic flamingos light the way,
Shell shops gleam in the salty spray.
Coleman crafting a coconut pipe,
Serge scheming under sunset light.
Gators croon where the breezes roam,
Madness rides every road back home.
Yeah, we're runnin' with Serge and Coleman,
Coffee's strong and all the rules are broken.
From Duval dives, to Daytona nights,
Living loud and chasing postcard sights.
Hey now! Pour that swamp brew high!
Crazy's just the way we fly!
Cuban coffee fueling their plan,
Crazy maps scrawled in the beachside sand.
Coleman grinning through sunglasses cracked,
Serge chasing legends and never looks back.
Drifting through laughter with sunset skies,
Rolling through dreams where the wild heart flies.
Yeah, we're runnin' with Serge and Coleman,
Coffee's strong and all the rules are broken.
From Duval dives, to Daytona nights,
Living loud and chasing postcard sights.
Hey now! Pour that swamp brew high!
Crazy's just the way we fly!