Up in her room, she gets out of the sack
Goes down to the beach and lies on her back
In the sunshine all day
What's the hurry?
She dreams of long youth
No wrinkles or fat
No thoughts of bedpans or d**hbeds
And that keeps her smiling all day
What's the hurry?
An older woman suddenly cried, "The tide is rising"
And all the guys with Speedos made it first to their cars
But along with the rest, she slept while the crest rose
Twenty feet and higher
The girl kept on dreaming of a honeymoon in France
A handsome fiancee and the way he could dance
Nuestra luna de miel, oye vaco mansando
Devina mujer estamos besando bailando el swim
He made good money, all right
A bright future
Even the guys with muscles cried, "The tide is rising"
And all the folks with Porches made it up to the cliffs
A group of kids were praying who I'm sure went up to heaven
But no one tried to surf
It's a tidal wave
It's a watery grave
She really tried to swim
She couldn't in the end