C If everybody had an G7 ocean across the U.S. C A.,
Then everybody'd be G7 surfin like Californ-i- C a.
You'd see em wearin' their F baggies. Huarachi sandals, C too.
A bushy bushy blonde G7 hairdo...Surfin' U.S C .A.
C You'll catch em surfin' at G7 Del Mar...Ventura County C Line.
Santa Cruz and G7 Trestles...Australias Narabin C e.
All over Man F hattan, and down Doheny C way.
Everybody's gone G7 surfin'. Surfin' U.S. C A.
C We'll all be plannin' out a G7 route...we're gonna take real C soon.
We're waxin' down our G7 surfboards. We can't wait for C June.
We'll all be gone for the F summer. We're on safari to C stay.
Tell the teacher we're G7 surfin'...Surfin U.S. C A.
C At Haggartys and G7 Swamis...Pacific Pali C sades.
San Onofre and G7 Sunset...Redondo Beach, L. C A.
All over La F Jolla, and Waimea C Bay.
Everybody's gone G7 surfin'...Surfin U.S. C A.
REPEAT#3.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
Beach Boys
