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of a hundred styles
It's not about the smile you wear but
The way we make out
When I was an all-aloner
Nothing but a two-beach comber
Anybody seen
a prison break.
The beach combers waiting for the tide.
Farmers daughter waiting for the salesman to take her
into town.The city slicker's waiting for
comber of the beach.
You've thrown the stick for your dog's trick
But it's floating out of reach.
The long road is a rainbow and the pot of gold lies
and what is not, it’s time to reach the beach!
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Sand to the Beach
Sand to the beach cuz I'm a beach comber
Meeting all my friends
Diggin' the glory scene
Eel McGreel beach comber
I'm gonna shoot my friends
I'm lyin' to Jesus Christ, man
He won't forgive this sin
I promise not to get
\SEA OF HI AD \VENTURE WE CHOOSE
IT’S \GOOD TO TAKE THE \BEACH COMBER’S \ATTITUDE
WHEN \DIGGING / SIFTING FOR \GOLD
WE CAN \CHOKE ON A \LIME
real estate agent
The beach-comber, the roamer
And the girl in a coma
Babe, I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm on fire
Well, the old rock'n'roller
With
real estate agent
The beach-comber, the roamer
And the girl in a coma
Babe, I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm on fire
Well, the old rock'n'roller
With
The beach-comber, the roamer
The girl in a coma says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The old rock'n'roller
With his two-seater stroller
And the fan in the van
her mothers'
With hands that make quick work of a chore and eyes like the top of a stove
Come suppertime she'll walk the beach wrapped in my old
the beachcomber's waitin' for the tide
Farmer's daughter's waitin' for the salesman to take her into rown
The city slicker's waitin' for the country boy to lay all
just to break it
So don't you say
It got complicated
Beach, beach, beach...
Beachcomber, wandering through sand and shingle
Vagabond, the only way
Ah ah ah ah oo ooo ooo oo ahh
The girls on the beach
On the beach you'll find them there
In the sun and salty air
The girls on the beach
Are
There is a beach made of Apples & Peaches
Where pickers and combers reveal lost moments in time
Hammering nails through brittlest bones
While
and the Clearys,
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's.
Let me feel my dory lift,
To the broad Atlantic combers,
Where the tide rips swirl and the wild ducks whirl,
Where
I used to love you when you were younger
We were true lovers at the beach in the summer
Beachcomber where have you gone
Why must you always keep
Heartbreaker's beach party, yeah
Heartbreaker's beach party, yeah
We're gonna have a cookout
We're gonna wear a mumus
We're gonna have potato salad
at the beach, weird but fuckin' beautiful
Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful
You wanting me tonight feels impossible
But it's comin' down, no sound,
at the beach, weird but it was beautiful
Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful
You wanting me tonight feels impossible
But it's comin' down, no sound, it's
at the beach
Weird but fuckin' beautiful
Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful
You wanting me tonight feels impossible
But it's comin' down, no sound,
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style
I suspect I died in
The beachcomber's waitin' for the tide
Farmer's daughter's waitin' for the salesman
To take her into town
The city slicker's waitin' for the country boy
On the beach, on the beach
Hey, hey, hey
On the beach, on the beach
On the beach, on the beach
Hey, hey, hey
On the beach, on the beach
我爱去海边
Beach beach beach beach beach
Beach beach beach
我爱去海边
Beach beach beach
海边
Beach beach beach beach
海边
Beach
海边
Beach
Beach beach beach beach
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