I decided to pay a visit to the hi-cave
To see the hullabaloo all talked about
Hi-cave, the home of the brave
Wow, tout having a drinking bout
You can't imagine the countless cars
Parked waiting to enter the hole
All waiting a pleasant scar
See bikinied girls dole from the hole
All sorts of shapes and shades
Old and young all ecstatic
All objects made of jade
I was pragmatically static
Who would prevent DAVE
Who paid a visit to the hi-cave
Not to give in to BETHSABA in her own cave
And cliff to have a declining hake
What an irony of life
The roof caved in with music
And all shout yea, yell-live
And seeing all sorts of mosaic
Men sipping beers at the bars
Girls being scurried away
I was lucky to escape the experience on a par
As I hurriedly moved sideways
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