Even fat boys can make it in Santa Monica
Where the white surf meets the sand
You don't have to play the harmonica
Or be in a rock and roll band.
There's Dolores and Betty and Eunice and Ann
Frolicking daily at the beach
They're lying out there half-baked in the sand
But to the fat boys they're never out of reach.
You don't have to play the harmonica
Or be in a rock and roll band
Even fat boys can make it in Santa Monica
Where the white surf meets the sand.
