I got a ’34 wagon and I call it a Woody
Surf City here we come
You know its not very cherry, it’s an oldie but a goodie
Surf City here we come
Well it ain’t got a back seat ot a rear window
But it still gets me where I want to go.
(Chorus)
Well we’re going to Surf City where it’s two to one
Yeah we’re going to Surf City and a-have some fun
(Repeat)
Two girls for every boy
Well there’s never any tension ’cause there’s always
Something goin’
Surf City…
You know they’re either out surfin’ or they got a party
Growin’
Surf City…
Well there’s two swingin’ honeys for every guy
And all you goota do is just wink your eye
(Chorus)
And if my Woody breaks down on me somewhere on the surf
Route
Surf City….
I’ll strap my board to my back and hitch a ride in my wet
Suit
Surf City…
And when I get to Surf City I’ll be shootin’ the curl
And checkin’ out the party’d for a surfer girl
(Chorus)
«Hot Rod Lincoln» is a little tougher (I’m doing these from
Memory), but I’ll give it a try:
Have you heard the story about the hot rod race
Where the Fords and Lincolns were setting the pace?
Well that story’s true I’m here to say
Cause I was driving that Model A
She’s got a Lincoln motor that’s really souped up
Got a Model A body makes her look like a pup
She’s got eight cylinders and uses ’em all
She’s got overdrive — just won’t stall
With a four barrell carb and dual exhaust
And 4-11 gears you can really get lost
She’s got safety tubes but I ain’t scared
Brakes are good — tires are fair
We were out of San Pedro last one night
The moon and stars were shining bright
We were cruising up toward grapevine hill
Passing cars like they were standing still
(Whoops! Gotta go. More on this one later.
