Up in her room she gets out of the sack, yeah,
Goes down to the beach and lies on her back in the sunshine all day,
What's the hurry? (hurry)
She dreams of long youth, no wrinkles or fat,
No thoughts of bedpans or deathbeds and that keeps her smiling all day,
What's the hurry? (hurry)
Older woman suddenly cried, "The tide is rising,"
And all the guys with Speedos made it first to their cars,
But along with the rest, she slept while the crest rose,
Twenty feet and higher, higher...
The girl kept on dreaming of a honeymoon in France, (my, my, my)
A handsome fiancé and the way he could dance.
(Nuestra luna de miel, oye vaco mansando
Devina mujer estamos besando bailando el swim)
He made good money alright,
A bright future. (very, very, very bright future)
Even the guys with muscles cried, "The tide is rising,"
And all the folks with Porsches made it up to the cliffs,
A group of kids were praying that I'm sure went up to heaven,
But no one tried to surf,
Surf.
It's a tidal wave,
It's a watery grave,
She really tried to swim,
She couldn't in the end.
