Surfer Medley

Well, she got her daddy's car

And she cruised through the hamburger stand, now

Seems she forgot all about the library

Like she told her old man, now

And with the radio blasting

Goes cruisin' just as fast as she can, now

And she'll have fun, fun, fun

'til her daddy takes the t-bird away

If everybody had an ocean

Across the u.s. of a.

Then everybody'd be surfin'

Like californ-i-a

You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies

Huarachi sandals too

A bushy bushy blonde hairdo

Surfin' u.s.a.

You'd catch 'em surfin' at del mar

(inside outside u.s.a.)

Ventura county line

(inside outside u.s.a.)

Santa cruz and trestles

(inside outside u.s.a.)

Australia's narrabeen

(inside outside u.s.a.)

All over manhattan

(inside outside u.s.a.)

And down doheny way

(inside outside)

Everybody's gone surfin'

Surfin' u.s.a.