Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling,
uh, long distance baby.
I'd just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama
Dig...while I smoke on it. [bad word] Saturday night 
When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the moments
'Till I have to leave your [bad word] Saturday night
When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise
And leap into your eyes

She's a lot of fun. She likes [bad word] on much too strong
She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born
As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach
Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches

Mama, be my beach
Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby
Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh
Maybe you remember the last time we was together
And how [bad word] me on my head, uh
Oh baby it felt so good...you make me wanna say oh baby! [bad word] 4th of July 
When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo
To lay upon your [bad word] 4th of July
When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans
And lay upon your bod

She's a lot of fun. She likes [bad word] on much too strong
She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born
As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach
Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches

Mama be my beach, beach
Uh...what's in the sand, uh beach?
Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something
And maybe a few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh
Oh I'm walking over your board