The American Boardwalk
Ice cream and pizza
sure wanted to meet ya
at the american boardwalk
where the sand's beneath ya
a breeze and the clouds
the sun is still out
the tide is just about to meet me
jump in and float with seaweed
and then,
cheap beer and a hot dog
later on, buy some fudge
work on the tan,
do a little dance
while walking down the boardwalk
with only a tank top and some flip flops.
walking down the boardwalk
the most american one of all.
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