Paroles: Rickie Lee Jones. Under The Boardwalk.

When the sun beats down
And melts the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot
You wish your tired feet were fireproof

Under the boardwalk
Down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket
With my baby's where I'll be

Oh, there's the park
And the carousel
Ooh, you know you can almost taste
The hot dogs and French fries they sell

Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, we'll be having some fun
Under the boardwalk, people walking above
Under the boardwalk, we'll be falling in love
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk