Seaside Lament (Sand) - Lyrics - Da Vinci's Notebook

Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco, cinco, seis Baby always wanted to spend the day at the beach But I'd be just as happy if the seaside were well out of reach Sure, I like the sun and the little beach town And I'm a good enough swimmer that I'll never drown And I always come back with a tan but wearin' a frown But I don't like sand (It's dirty and gritty It's litter for kitty I just can't escape it I don't wanna shape it) Sand (And worst of all it gets) down my pants But I don't like sand (Hop in the shower Scrub for an hour) Sand down my pants My baby complained that we never went to the shore She finally convinced me to go, but I won't anymore I stayed in the car and watched a portable T.V. But my baby got mad and ran on down to the sea She came back with a bucket and a shovel and she came after me (Yeah, me!) And she put sand (Back from the surf route To pester my swimsuit A million pit vipers In my ocean diapers) Sand (My baby she put sand) down my pants My baby put sand (You know in my pants are A portable sand bar) Sand down my pants. Ooh, it's gritty in Surf City I just can't shake it until I'm naked You know it makes my Speedo's crunch like Doritos I got shifting dunes in my Fruit of the Looms My baby put sand (Hop in the shower Scrub for an hour) Sand down my Little Surfer Girl went and found someone new The lesson is learned; don't let it happen to you But when I get lonely for her, there's something I do (it's true!) I just put sand (Though I could kissed her Whenever I miss her The sand is my friend now All's well in the end now) Sand (A treasure chest of sand) down my pants I just put sand ((Big heaping handfuls Remember it's granules) Sand down my pants