Even fat boys can make it in Santa Monica Where the white surf meets the sand You don't have to play the harmonica Or be in a rock and roll band. There's Dolores and Betty and Eunice and Ann Frolicking daily at the beach They're lying out there half-baked in the sand But to the fat boys they're never out of reach. You don't have to play the harmonica Or be in a rock and roll band Even fat boys can make it in Santa Monica Where the white surf meets the sand.