Under The Boardwalk

(Written by Resnick-Young)

When the sun beats down, and melts the tar upon the roof
And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I`ll be

From the park you`ll hear the happy sounds of a carousel
You can almost taste those hot dogs and french fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be
Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be having some fun
Under the boardwalk, people walking above
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be
Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be having some fun
Under the boardwalk, people walking above
Under the boardwalk, we`ll be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk