Summer Girls

This summer will be different I will move across the town

Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown

With my hands in my pockets and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock

The girls they walk in two's and three's, their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.

And I will find a long-limbed summer girl for me.

I will assume the accent of some Yankee sailor boy

Stranded between merchant ships with some time to enjoy.

A week or two down by the bay with tupp'ney ice-cream cones

And petticoats and sandy kisses, breasts smooth as stones washed by the sea

And I will find a long-limbed summer girl for me.

And her name will be Pam or Ruth, so I'll be Chuck or Wayne,

And we will know and love each other, then I will explain

Why I haven't found a ship and that I live in town

Before we share that cigarette, in waves of love, we'll drown down by the sea,

My long-limbed salt-teared summer girl and me.

She won't cry for my leaving, she will cry because I stay

She will cry for my deceiving that we can meet every day

This love affair it grew so strong because we'd have to part,

And now we will do anyway and she will take my heart and I'll be free

To find another summer girl who'll give it back to me.