Under the Boardwalk (MM 113) (Doug Phillips)
Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk
SFGS
Oh! When the sun beats down / and melts the tar up on the roof
And your shoes are so hot / you wish you´re tired feet were fire proof
From the park you hear / the happy sound of the carousel
You can almost taste / the hot dogs and french fries they sell
CIR L
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
A.L. / PR
On a blanket with my baby, is where I'll be
On a blanket with my baby, is where I'll be