Beach-Bound
An ode to the Chesapeake beaches
Lyrics:
Packing the car and
driving to bright white sand,
The place where ocean meets the sky
And where the fun factor's high,
'Cause at the beach, it's play
Both night and day after day.
It's not the summer till I'm at the beach.
I'm bound for Ocean City, Rehobeth, Cape May,
Garden Grove, Virginia Beach,
None of them is out of reach.
I'm going to the beach!
Going to the beach!
She sells sea shells,
I'll go shore side, it's not far.
Packing the car and
driving to bright white sand,
The place where ocean meets the sky
And where the fun factor's high
'Cause at the beach it's play
Both night and day after day.
It's not the summer till I'm at the beach.
It's not the summer till I'm at the beach.
I'm beachward bound!
It's not the summer till I'm at the beach.
She sells sea shells.
