There's a reason for the twenty first century Not too sure but I know that it's meant to be Oh, oh oh, oh oh And that it's meant to be Like a Cain and Abel It's time to run this table All the creatures On the beaches Making waves in a motion picture

We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"