Ironband - Buckle Up Bitches Feat. The Godfather


Liner Notes:A little ode to the Godfather of triathlon and a tale of our adventures with him in Kona.

Touchdown, half past eleven
Six long hours on a 737
Lava rock, as far as I can see

Grab our bags, and our guitars
Hop in our over-packed rental car
I need a Longboard Lager and a little fresh sea air

Phone buzzin' with a text, I usually wouldn't bother
But I check the screen, and whadya know?
It's from the Godfather!

Buckle up, buckle up bitches
Cinch em' up, cinch up those britches
This ain't recess, you're in Kona now

Fillin' up, fillin' your wishes
Scratchin' up, scratchin' your itches
Time to suck it up boys and girls

Palms on the left, beach on the right
Humpy's up ahead, gonna be a good night
Cyclists crankin' watts while the Carnies order their shots

Glad I'm not racin', in bed by nine
No pre-race jitters, to make me whine
Just here for some fun and to play a little of rock and roll

Phone buzzin' with a text, I usually wouldn't bother
But I check the screen, and whadya know?
It's from the Godfather!

Buckle up, buckle up bitches
Cinch em' up, cinch up those britches
This ain't recess fellas, you're in Kona now

Fillin' up, fillin' your wishes
Scratchin' up, scratchin' your itches
Time to suck it up boys and girls