But Oh, If I Could Only Get You Oceanside, To Lay Your Muscles Wide, It'd Be Heavenly. And Oh, If I Could Only Coax You Overboard, To Leave These Lolling Shores, To Get You 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 Nothing But A Ne'er 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 Oceanside 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.