Baby always wanted to spend a day at the beach
But I’d be just as happy if the seaside were well out of reach
Sure I like the sun, and the little beach town
And I’m a good enough swimmer that I’ll never drown
And I always come back with a tan, but wearing a frown
But I don’t like sa-a-a-a-and
(Dirty and gritty, it’s litter for kitty
You just can’t escape it, I don’t want to shape it
And worst of all it gets) down my pants
But I don’t like sa-a-a-a-and
(Hop in the shower and scrub for an hour)
Down my pants
My baby complains that we’ve never been to the shore
She finally convinced me to go but I won’t anymore
I stayed in the car and watched the portable TV
But my baby got mad and ran on down to the sea
She came back with a bucket and shovel and came after me
And she put sa-a-a-a-and
(A sediment surf route that passed through my swimsuit
A million pit vipers, in my ocean diapers
My baby she put sand) down my pants
My baby put sa-a-a-a-and
(You know that my pants are a portable sandbar)
Down my pants
Ooh it’s gritty
In surf city
Ooh it’s gritty
(I just can’t shake it)
In surf city
(Until I’m naked)
You know it makes my Speedo
Crunch like Doritos
I’ve got shifting dunes in my fruit of the looms
My baby put sa-a-a-a-and
(Hop in the shower and scrub for an hour)
Sand down my…
Little surfer girl went and found someone knew
The lesson is learned don’t let it happen to you
But when I get lonely for her there’s something I do
I just put sa-a-a-a-and
(Though I could kiss her whenever I miss her
The sand is my friend now, all’s well in the end now
A treasure chest of sand) down my pants