| Baby always wanted to spend the day at the beach
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| But I’d be just as happy if the seaside were well out of reach
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| Sure, I like the sun and the little beach town
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| And I’m a good enough swimmer that I’ll never drown
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| And I always come back with a tan but wearin' a frown
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| But I don’t like sand
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| (It's dirty and gritty
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| It’s litter for kitty
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| I just can’t escape it
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| I don’t wanna shape it)
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| Sand (And worst of all it gets) down my pants
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| But I don’t like sand
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| (Hop in the shower
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| Scrub for an hour)
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| Sand down my pants
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| My baby complained that we never went to the shore
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| She finally convinced me to go, but I won’t anymore
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| I stayed in the car and watched a portable T. V
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| But my baby got mad and ran on down to the sea
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| She came back with a bucket and a shovel and she came after me
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| (Yeah, me!)
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| And she put sand
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| (Back from the surf route
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| To pester my swimsuit
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| A million pit vipers
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| In my ocean diapers)
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| Sand (My baby she put sand) down my pants
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| My baby put sand
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| (You know in my pants are
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| A portable sand bar)
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| Sand down my pants
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| Ooh, it’s gritty in Surf City
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| I just can’t shake it until I’m naked
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| You know it makes my Speedo’s crunch like Doritos
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| I got shifting dunes in my Fruit of the Looms
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| My baby put sand
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| (Hop in the shower
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| Scrub for an hour)
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| Sand down my
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| Little Surfer Girl went and found someone new
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| The lesson is learned; |
| don’t let it happen to you
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| But when I get lonely for her, there’s something I do
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| (it's true!)
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| I just put sand
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| (Though I could kissed her
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| Whenever I miss her
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| The sand is my friend now
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| All’s well in the end now)
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| Sand (A treasure chest of sand) down my pants
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| I just put sand
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| ((Big heaping handfuls
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| Remember it’s granules)
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| Sand down my pants |