When the sun beats down, and melts the tar upon the roof,

And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were
fire-proof.

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,

On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I`ll be.


From the park you`ll hear the happy sounds of a carousel,

You can almost taste those hot dogs and french fries they sell.

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea,

On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be.

Bridge

Under the boardwalk, out of the sun,

Under the boardwalk, we`ll be having some fun.

Under the boardwalk, people walking above,

Under the boardwalk, we`ll be falling in love,

Under the board-walk, board-walk