When the Sun beats down
and burns 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
On a blanket with my baby
is where I'll be
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| Under The Boardwalk When the Sun beats down and burns 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 On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be |
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