| Summerland, holdin' hands
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| Santa Cruz, sun and sand
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| Swami’s shores are in our reach
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| We’re gonna make it out to California Beach
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| Down where the blue Pacific meets the sand
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| There’s a lot going on, so whatever your plan
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| Pick up your girls, guys, and head on out
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| We’ll be checking to see what the shouting’s about
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| Where surfers are surfin' and dancers are dancin'
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| You’re sure to find a honey that ya love romancin'
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| I’m gonna tell my boss, why don’t you tell your teach
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| We’re gonna make it out to California Beach
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| East, West, North, South and in between
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| There’s just no place like the California sea (California sea)
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| It don’t take a lot of bucks to get ya there
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| There’ve been millions who’ve come here by land, sea, and air
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| Where surfers are surfin' and dancers are dancin'
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| You’re sure to find a honey that ya love romancin'
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| I’m gonna tell my boss, why don’t you tell your teach
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| We’re gonna make it out to California Beach
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| Oooh, wah-ooh
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| Oooh, wah-ooh
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| Oooh, wah-ooh
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| Oooh, oooh
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| Why would you wait around another day?
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| When you get to the West Coast, you might even say
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| Where surfers are surfin' and dancers are dancin'
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| You’re sure to find a honey that ya love romancin'
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| I’m gonna tell my boss, why don’t you tell your teach
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| We’re gonna make it out to California Beach
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| Summerland, holdin' hands
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| Santa Cruz, sun and sand
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| Pismo, Moonstone, you and I
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| Mixer’s surfing, and Enci
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| Zuma Beach, Malibu
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| Treasure Island, me and you
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| Swami’s shores are in our reach
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| We’re gonna make it out to California Beach
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| Summerland, holdin' hands (Where surfers are surfin' and dancers are dancin')
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| Santa Cruz, sun and sand (You're sure to find a honey that ya love romancin')
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| Oooh (I'm gonna tell my boss, why don’t you tell your teach)
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| Oooh (We're gonna make it out to California Beach) |