Totin' a six-pack of cold cola
A groovin' in his sandals
Surf and sand setting in the sun
Flying foxtails and Old Glory
He gunned a souped-down Stingray
The San Andreas Mifortune
Will claim the lives of sons and wives
The headlines will fill page after page
Surf and sand setting in the sun
One day you're gonna be one sweet memory
To the sounds of their time