Sweet Anabelle…
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
’til she’s fast…
And sleeping
Oh well
I guess I’m something of a ne’er-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I’m on track and keeping
But oh
If I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide…
It’d be heavenly
Oh…
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside.
Oceanside
Oceanside
At Rising tide
You’re looking fresher than a July bride
We’re picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.
The field is right for reaping
Oh well
I guess I’m something of a neer-do-well
(Even though that’s something I could never do well)
I’m on track and keeping
But oh
If I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide…
It’d be heavenly
Oh…
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside.
Oceanside
Oceanside