Lyrics to Santa Monica
I went down to the beach party and stayed for the whole weekend
We sat around on the deck chairs drinking smoking jazz till the bitter end
Singing Cowabunga, big blue summertime
Cowabunga, big blue summer time
Cause all the kids were feeling fine, cause all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
I can see it now
When the sun fall through
You'll tell your town
That you met some dude
And we'll go out, you'll treat me like shit
Flirt with my friends
I'll get over it in the summertime
Cause all the kids were feeling fine
Cause all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
California, I'd hate to lose you
It's getting colder and I can't have you
I'm getting older, I'm getting older
California, I'd hate to lose you
It's getting colder and I can't have you
I'm getting older, I'm getting older
We sat around on the deck chairs drinking smoking jazz till the bitter end
Singing Cowabunga, big blue summertime
Cowabunga, big blue summer time
Cause all the kids were feeling fine, cause all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
I can see it now
When the sun fall through
You'll tell your town
That you met some dude
And we'll go out, you'll treat me like shit
Flirt with my friends
I'll get over it in the summertime
Cause all the kids were feeling fine
Cause all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
Santa Monica, all the kids were high
Santa Monica, all the kids were fine
California, I'd hate to lose you
It's getting colder and I can't have you
I'm getting older, I'm getting older
California, I'd hate to lose you
It's getting colder and I can't have you
I'm getting older, I'm getting older
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