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Last Year at Surf City [demo]

We walk along the beach
Writing words in the sand,
But the waves come in
And erase the marks of my hand.
We walk along the beach —
Somehow lost your name;
Must have been in Malibu,
But what was the name?
Maybe if we ride the waves again
It could be the same (it could be the same);
Caught in a riptide / lose it again.
Oh baby / maybe we gotta get back

To Surf City, last year at Surf City.
Last year at Surf City / last year at Surf City.

Made it out of New York City
Runnin' from the cold;
Runnin' to the south and west,
California's golden beaches,
Where a sensation came / it was a name,
Your name whispered in my ear
And I could make it out —
I could hear above the surf —
A word so good I closed my eyes (yes i closed my eyes).
And the sun and the summer was / gone again
Oh baby / maybe we gotta get back.

Surf City, last year at Surf City.
Last year at Surf City / last year at Surf City.

And then / hang ten —
Do the surf / do the surf —
Do the surfing' trip at Redondo Beach,
At Venice, at Santa Cruz,
At Malibu / at Malibu —
Take you there in the sea.
Last year in the sea I called a name;
must've been in Malibu / but what was the name?
Maybe if we ride the waves again
It could be the same (it could be the same).
Caught in a riptide / lose it again.
Oh baby / summer is all that we got

And Surf City, last year at Surf City.
Last year at Surf City / last year at Surf City.
Take you there, baby / in the sea now.
Her name / it was writ / upon the water.
Last year at Surf City:
Two names for every / two names for every girl
Surf City, surf.

Mike Enright, c. 1977-78