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But now I skateboard
With my surfer girl
And we really are a pair
When I moved to California
California California
California love
the girls at? Come and do the dance
Summer 21, it's time to feel alright
It's time to do it right, it's time to live your life
Pull up by the beach side when
I was basking on the beach one day
Watching all the pretty girls’ parade
But the sky quickly turned grey
The sand started trembling, the roar
I was basking on the beach one day
Watching all the pretty girls parade
But the sky quickly turned grey
The sand started trembling
The roar of waves
in Lc
There's this new diet food I'm eating
My skin's just like a peach
cnd everything's pink
When you live down by the beach
Surfer's Paradise used
That boy gon' get the girls man, he gon' make 'em all soothe
In a bubble bath in the jacuzzi, might pull a yellow bone floozie
That boy don't
the summer time, oohoh oohohh
Girl im just tryna feel alive, oohoh oohohh
Now im tryna catch you rolling by the beach side
We could catch a vibe and baby do
the waist
Somewhere by the waves
We can hide away
And sip some wine
Sangria on the beach
Put your feet up on me
Sangria on the beach
Put your feet up on me
BUTTHOLE SURF!! etc.
I was ridin' wave
Around Malibu beach
A guy came up to me
He was lookin' like a leech
He said "Hey, Sonny boy, can I eat you peach?"
I
Written Rosemary Buck (Waikiki)
Instrumental intro beat rhythm:
I saw you on the beach, I saw you on the beach Burning from the heat of the morning
a sugar like you, a boy like you
She wants a boy like (me)
You got me going wild (going wild)
You got me hypnotized by your smile
Ooh I like your swagger,
the beach with the pool
Keepin' my girl and I cool
Listen up kids stay in school
But also pursue whatever the fuck that you wanna do
Light that Mary Jane up
Hear the claps, that's the instrumental (that's right)
Girl, yo' ass is so instrumental
Since you gassed, let me push the pedal
Every time I lay
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
a little girl that wears her hair up high
The boys all hollar when she walks by
Why don't you mind your own business (Mind your own business)
Yeah, mind
So there was this boy and this girl
And they'd never met
They'd never spoken to each other
Or even seen each other
But one day the girl wrote
Parking lot attendant yells parking lot is full
Girls are changing clothes inside a beach towel
Beach bike cruisers all have bleach blonde hair
Surfers wait
just metal
Now I'm going part time
With a film projectionist
And she's the vinyl queen
From my surfer dream
She likes the beach boys
More
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
like a cement wall
But she got a colour TV and Popeye'll hurt ya if you mess with her
She a girl with a many charms and
She got a big tattoo on her arm
Like waves
On a beach need surfing
I'm slidin'
On the board like a silver surfer
Silver tounge
Silver bullet
Silver gun
Silver barrel
Big slugs
Killing
Like waves
On a beach need surfing
I'm slidin'
On the board like a silver surfer
Silver tounge
Silver bullet
Silver gun
Silver barrel
Big slugs
Killing
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