| Song | Vabeeotchay |
| Artist | Keller Williams |
| Album | Laugh |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Williams | |
| walking in my running shoes | |
| arms flailing on a winter beach | |
| the calmness of the off season | |
| dog is freaking out of reach | |
| unleashed insanity | |
| with ears all a flappin' | |
| disregard for the uptight runner | |
| with tongues and lips all a smackin' | |
| *I like this place | |
| But I have to Leave | |
| much better than reality | |
| pretend the movie Rollerball | |
| as I blade top speed down the boardwalk | |
| zinging by all the blue hair | |
| as I skate the races in my thoughts | |
| hopping cracks and dodging sand drifts | |
| with only a timely precision | |
| my mind is clear as a race car driver | |
| I cannot afford a poor decision | |
| *chorus | |
| wet suit, booties, glove and a hood | |
| a chill bites into me just watching | |
| freezing water as it should | |
| no fear just balls | |
| then no stopping | |
| dropping in on a big chilly wall | |
| spectators with the metal detectors | |
| pedaling a low ride cruiser | |
| with a rear view mirror and a red reflector | |
| *chorus | |
| Virginia Beach, yep | |
| Virginia Beach | |
| Vabeeotchay |
| zuo qu : Williams | |
| walking in my running shoes | |
| arms flailing on a winter beach | |
| the calmness of the off season | |
| dog is freaking out of reach | |
| unleashed insanity | |
| with ears all a flappin' | |
| disregard for the uptight runner | |
| with tongues and lips all a smackin' | |
| I like this place | |
| But I have to Leave | |
| much better than reality | |
| pretend the movie Rollerball | |
| as I blade top speed down the boardwalk | |
| zinging by all the blue hair | |
| as I skate the races in my thoughts | |
| hopping cracks and dodging sand drifts | |
| with only a timely precision | |
| my mind is clear as a race car driver | |
| I cannot afford a poor decision | |
| chorus | |
| wet suit, booties, glove and a hood | |
| a chill bites into me just watching | |
| freezing water as it should | |
| no fear just balls | |
| then no stopping | |
| dropping in on a big chilly wall | |
| spectators with the metal detectors | |
| pedaling a low ride cruiser | |
| with a rear view mirror and a red reflector | |
| chorus | |
| Virginia Beach, yep | |
| Virginia Beach | |
| Vabeeotchay |
| zuò qǔ : Williams | |
| walking in my running shoes | |
| arms flailing on a winter beach | |
| the calmness of the off season | |
| dog is freaking out of reach | |
| unleashed insanity | |
| with ears all a flappin' | |
| disregard for the uptight runner | |
| with tongues and lips all a smackin' | |
| I like this place | |
| But I have to Leave | |
| much better than reality | |
| pretend the movie Rollerball | |
| as I blade top speed down the boardwalk | |
| zinging by all the blue hair | |
| as I skate the races in my thoughts | |
| hopping cracks and dodging sand drifts | |
| with only a timely precision | |
| my mind is clear as a race car driver | |
| I cannot afford a poor decision | |
| chorus | |
| wet suit, booties, glove and a hood | |
| a chill bites into me just watching | |
| freezing water as it should | |
| no fear just balls | |
| then no stopping | |
| dropping in on a big chilly wall | |
| spectators with the metal detectors | |
| pedaling a low ride cruiser | |
| with a rear view mirror and a red reflector | |
| chorus | |
| Virginia Beach, yep | |
| Virginia Beach | |
| Vabeeotchay |