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spectacle
Prim and proper with classic poise
But she's got the boys at the plaque to call

Bathing beauty on the beach
See her practically glow
Wearing
radio
This is your boy DJ Payne
I gotta get outta here man
I just wanna leave with
If you ain't got it by now,
Then you just ain't gettin' it
Yeah
ain't never got me
I'm getting sun, getting sun, and I ain't slept in a week
Yeah, I'm somewhere on a beach

Heard you called my boys
Heard you
and the sun goes down
We find a little spot on the edge of town
Twist off, sip a little, pass it around
Dance in the dust turn the radio up
And that
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,
going slow
My ol' Bronco

I flipped it over up on Arnot Hill
Turned it back over and fixed the grill
You know where I been by that old oil spot
Most times
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,
Nobody on the road,
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm
Nobody on the road,
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm
Nobody on the road,
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm
Nobody on the road,
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm
It said 3:30 on my watch 
Big show don't start 'till 9:00 
Thought a cold one sure would hit the spot 
She started pouring shots 
It was only me
boat dock
Standing in the river on an old flint rock
Clouds roll by
She get me high

Don't nobody block my view
Hell you can find a spot and watch too
find a job
So they said farewell and stole a small town car.

As they were riding by the beach some summer night 
The radio shouted out one of those
find a job
So they said farewell
And stole a small town car

As they were riding
By the beach some
Summer night
The Radio shouted out

One
Bop-shoo-wop shoo-wop shoo-wop
Bop-shoo-wop shoo-wop shoo-wop

What ever happened to the radio
And where did all the fun songs go
Summer fun, with the Beach
on the cell
Bring your Nike bikini and nothing else
We're goin' to the beach, take the top off the jeep
And bring Chantel as well

And the boys upstairs
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
they tramp the streets or get busted for sleepin' on the beach all night

Them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white

And me, I
radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in
the sun.
You got that top pulled down,
And that radio on, baby.
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong,
After the boys of summer have
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
Summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm driving
radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International,
Show y'all young boys how to do this thing

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