Surfer 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
Huarachi 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.