Texty: Dead Milkmen. Beach Song.

Sand is hurting my tender feet
The air smells like rotting fish and Solarcaine
I hate the people on the beach
With their towels and umbrellas, they're so insane

I don't wanna be on the beach, no
I don't wanna be on the beach, no
I don't wanna be on the beach
I don't wanna be on the beach, no

I hate my girlfriend, she, she, she
Lies on the beach like a barrier reef
Soaking up the stupid sun
While the radio is blasting fun, fun, fun

I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun, no

I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun, no

This is no way to spend a summer
I've got sand caked on my feet
I gave my ice cream to a shark
And now I've got nothing to eat, no fun

I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun, no
I don't wanna be on the beach
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun