Staring at the lifeguards hear mommy scream
I ain't got no morals
It's a bloody wayout dream
The mid day sun makes you want to kill

Mining all beaches on your hands and feet
Playing with the morals
Is no fun but discreet
Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill

All I see, bikinis
And they gon' make you vomit
As it sizzles off your weenie surf combat

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Writer(s): James Van Heusen, Jimmy Van Heusen, Johnny Mercer