Under The Boardwalk
Arthur Resnick / Kenny Young
When the sun beats down, and melts the tar upon the roof,
And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were
fire-proof.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I`ll be.
From the park you`ll hear the happy sounds of a carousel,
You can almost taste those hot dogs and french fries they sell.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be.
Bridge
Under the boardwalk, out of the sun,
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be having some fun.
Under the boardwalk, people walking above,
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be falling in love,
Under the board-walk, board-walk