Summer '61 A goddess became my song Fell in her ocean eyes As endless as the sky Forever she'll be my surfer girl Forever she'll be my surfer girl My
Down on Olivera Street a Mexicano cry A grito, te quiero, te quiero, te' adoro This is where the Anglo gets his Latin lover's sigh Adios muchachas y bolero
glare in my tired eyes But now I?m back, drawing shades of kind blue skies It?s good to travel But not for too long So, now I?m home where I belong And that
, right to his arms. They had the GOOD KIND OF LOVE. The sun keeps on shining, He rolls 'round heaven above A little bit of loving and a kissing and a hugging That
Are the enemy living the memory? Grandly gambling With our hand on the lifeline Ghost of coastlines You are hanging on time Every last breath that
volume and shows off it's raysa?? Another Dodger-blue sky is crowning L.A.a?? The City of Angels is rushed every daya?? That lucky old sun smiles on mea
Lost my way The sun grew dim Stepped over grace And stood in sin Took the dive but couldn't swim A flag without the wind When there's no morning Without
' tables with a method they can't share Waitin' for what's next Waitin' for the big screen in disrepair I mean despair I mean that actor standin' there
Just now I was thinkin' 'bout another perfect day Wishin' it would come again your way Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay Tells you your suspicions
Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Lucky old sun Up in the mornin', out on the job Work so hard for my pay But that lucky old sun's got nothin
their boardwalk shops Home for all the homeless, hopeless well-heeled and deranged Still nothin' here seems out of place or strange There's an old smudge
lining, Lift me up to Paradise (lift me up to paradise). Show me that river, why don't you take me across, Wash all my troubles away, I know that lucky old sun
Ooh, ahh, been too long Oooh, ooooh, ahhh Been too long
waiting tables with a method they can't share. Waiting for what's next, waitin' for the big screen in disrepair I mean, despair I mean, that actor standing
That lucky old sun) Roll. Roll. Roll around in heaven all day. (That lucky old sun) Roll. Roll. Roll around in heaven all day. (be doobie doo) (That lucky old
Down on Olvera street A Mejicano cry "Agrieto, te quiero, te quiero, te adoro" This is where the Anglo gets his Latin lover's sigh "Adios, muchachos
for too long (Home. Home. Be doobie doo) So now I'm home (Home. Home. Be doobie doo) Where I belong. (Don't know why I'm rollin round in heaven) And that
Summer Sixty-one A goddess became my song I fell in her ocean eyes As endless as the sky Forever she'll be my surfer girl Forever she'll be my surfer
