If everybody had an ocean
Across the U.S.A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like californ-I-You'd see 'em wearin' their baggies
Huarachi sandals, too
bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin' U.S.A.

You'd catch 'em surfin at Del Mar (Inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Ventura County line
Santa [bad word] and Tressels,
Australia's Narabine,
All over Manhattan,
And down Doheny way

Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin U.S.A.

We'll all be plannin' out a route
We're gonna take real soon
We're waxin' down our surfboards
We can't wait for June
We'll all be gone for the summer
Were on safari to stay
Tell the teacher we're surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.

At Haggerty's and Swami's
Pacific Palisades
San Onofre and Sunset
Redondo Beach, L.A.
All over La Jolla
At Waiamea Bay

Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.