Lloyd has been delighting tourists with his Tropical Bike Tour for decades.
“Lloyd’s Mango Melody”
(Verse 1) In the heart of Key West, where the sun kisses the sea, Lives a man named Lloyd, as wild as can be. He pedals his bike through the streets with a grin, Guiding tourists along, sharing tales of where to begin.
(Pre-Chorus) Lloyd knows the secrets hidden in the green, Where mangoes hang low, ripe and serene. He points to the trees with leaves like emerald lace, Says, “Here’s your treasure, take a taste!”
(Chorus) Lloyd’s mango melody, sweet and free, Under the Conch Republic’s sun-soaked canopy. He plucks golden orbs, dripping with delight, And hands them out like sunshine wrapped in a bite.
(Verse 2) Down Duval Street, past the roosters that crow, Lloyd weaves stories of pirates, Hemingway, and woe. He stops by the coconut palms, their fronds a fan, Whispers, “Crack one open, feel the island’s plan.”
(Pre-Chorus) Lloyd’s eyes twinkle, mischief in their hue, As he reveals passion fruit vines, purple and true. He says, “Life’s too short to miss these flavors divine, Taste the wild, my friends, it’s the Key West sign.”
(Chorus) Lloyd’s mango melody, sweet and free, Under the Conch Republic’s sun-soaked canopy. He plucks golden orbs, dripping with delight, And hands them out like sunshine wrapped in a bite.
(Bridge) When the sun dips low, casting shadows on the shore, Lloyd strums his guitar, singing songs of folklore. He serenades the moon, the stars, and the sea, A troubadour of mangoes, wild and carefree.
(Chorus) Lloyd’s mango melody, sweet and free, Under the Conch Republic’s sun-soaked canopy. He plucks golden orbs, dripping with delight, And hands them out like sunshine wrapped in a bite.
(Outro) So here’s to Lloyd, the tropical guide we adore, Pedaling through paradise, sharing mango lore. His spirit, like the fruit, bursts with zest, Lloyd’s mango melody-the taste of Key West.
10 сен 2024
