</SURFER'S MEDLEY Well, she got her daddy's car And she cruised through the hamburger stand, now Seems she forgot all about the library Like she told her old man, now And with the radio blasting Goes cruisin' just as fast as she can, now And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away If everybody had an ocean Across the U.S. of A. Then everybody'd be surfin' Like Californ-i-a You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies Huarache Sandals too A bushy bushy blonde hairdo Surfin' U.S.A. You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar (Inside outside U.S.A.) Ventura County line (Inside outside U.S.A.) Santa Cruz and Trestles (Inside outside U.S.A.) Australia's Narrabeen (Inside outside U.S.A.) All over Manhattan (Inside outside U.S.A.) And down Doheny way (Inside outside) Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A.
