Oceanside

Sweet Anabelle... As seen reclining on an ocean swell As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'til she's fast... And sleeping Oh well I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell I'm on track and keeping But oh If I could only get you ocean side To lay your muscles wide... It'd be heavenly Oh... If I could only coax you overboard To leave these lolling shores To get you oceanside. Oceanside Oceanside At Rising tide You're looking fresher than a July bride We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized. The field is right for reaping Oh well I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well (Even though that's something I could never do well) I'm on track and keeping But oh If I could only get you ocean side To lay your muscles wide... It'd be heavenly Oh... If I could only coax you overboard To leave these lolling shores To get you oceanside. Oceanside Oceanside