I wanna hear the thunder roar
and go to the store
with my buddy Al Gore,
To find the waves
Within the bays
and search for caves,
To squeeze my toes inside the sand
and sing with the band of my ocean fans
To scream at a turtle,
To yelp at some kelp,
The beach is fun
When you're with a nun.
To surf the coast
and come back to boast,
Squash hermit crabs with rock slabs
and roast in the sun
like a burnt bun.
The Ocean breeze
smells like a cat sneeze
Who couldn't find his keys.
So come with me next time
and we'll make a new rhyme,
For the beach is always changing
and the waves always raging.
