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