Under the boardwalk

Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah On a blanket with my baby, is...

When the sun beats down, and melts the tar upon the roof And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof Under the boardwalk, down by the sea On a blanket with my baby, that's...