But it ain't gonna do me any good
Cause it spends its days in a locale
A little saint somewhere town
It's got a surfboard in the back
A hula girl there on a dash
A little bit of punch in this Yeti cup
An d there wouldn't be sand in my seat
No salt water from the beach
No debris from those fallen trees
After a strong midsummer rain
No beach towels or cowrie shells
No sweet summer lotion smells
A little clean -up's what it needs
But then there wouldn't be
We ride it out to the Jetty Rocks
Get a souvenir from seagull flocks
Ain't seen its top in thirteen years
Traded that to Tim for a case of beer
But those ATs take dunes real good
Every time I pass the suds and soap
Think I might stop, then I don't
Then there wouldn't be sand in my seat
No salt water from the beach
No debris from those palm trees
After a strong midsummer rain
No beach towels or carousels
No sweet summer ocean smells
A little clean up's what he needs
But then there wouldn't be
Maybe sometime there'll come a day
But then there wouldn't be
No salt water from the beach
No debris from those palm trees
After a storm, it's summer rain
No beach towels or cowrie shells
No sweet sun lotion smells
A little clean -up's what it needs
But then there wouldn't be
