Slaughter Beach, Dog
Surfin' New Jersey
Not a poet not even close
Surfin' New Jersey
The one I know isn't here
They look at me funny He-he-he
Mmmmm
Get in with our suits zipped up
Bobbin a while
I try but I don't catch much
Driving home on the turnpike
Mmmmm
Shirtless in a silver sedan
Air rollin' in
Angry rock & roll slips out
Into the Pine Barrens
Falling asleep in the sun
Bow to the green
Burnin' thru the black of our shades
Makin' toast of our dreams
Bearing the image of Christ
Mmmmm
From Letras Mania