Blurred Limes Traditional Cache

On our Winter family vacation to Mexico, we bought some limes for squeezing over our papayas and into our beverages.  My nephew Logie and my brother (his dad) couldn't resist singing bad parodies of "Blurred Lines" every time someone grabbed a lime.  So, in an effort to clear that earwig out of my head...I'm sharing it with you!

I cleaned up the lyrics and adapted them to caching.  I'd say "enjoy", but that might not be quite the right sentiment!  []

If you can't read your coordinates right
If you can't read the cache's page
Maybe you're going deaf,
Maybe you're going blind
Maybe you're out of your mind
Everybody get one

OK now you were close, tried to find that evil hide
But, it keeps you searching, it drives you out of your mind
It makes you crazy, crazy
Hey, hey, hey
Don't need to phone a friend
Hey, hey, hey
Don't need to decode a hint

And that's why you're looking for some blurred limes
You know they're hiding
You know they're hiding
You know they're hiding
You're a cacher
Can't let it get past you
They might be plastic 
You know they're right there                      
I hate these blurred limes               
You know they're hiding                       
You know they're hiding                          
You know they're hiding
But you're a cacher                  
The way you're searchin'
Keep looking for those blurred limes

They've got good camo

Everybody get one

Sometimes you want a quick one               
Just one for the numbers                   
No need for sneaky hides                  
No need for a long hike or ticks       
I hate those wood ticks                             
Hey, hey, hey
I hate those wood ticks
Hey, hey, hey
I hate those wood ticks
Hey, hey, hey

Everybody get one

Keep looking for those blurred limes