Lynn Anderson - Under the Boardwalk Lyrics
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Under the Boardwalk
Under the Boardwalk Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Under the Boardwalk By Lynn Anderson?
Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be (Under the boardwalk) out of the sun (Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun (Under the boardwalk) people walking above (Under the boardwalk) we'll be making love Under the board-walk (board-walk!) From the park you hear the happy sound of a carousel Mm-mm, you can almost taste the hot dogs and French fries they sell Under the boardwalk, down by the sea On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be (Under the boardwalk) out of the sun (Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun (Under the boardwalk) people walking above (Under the boardwalk) we'll be making love Under the board-walk (board-walk!) [break] Oooooh, under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be (Under the boardwalk) out of the sun (Under the boardwalk) we'll be havin' some fun (Under the boardwalk) people walking above (Under the boardwalk) we'll be falling in love Under the board-walk (board-walk!) |
Who Wrote Under the Boardwalk By Lynn Anderson?
Arthur Resnick, Kenny Young
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What's The Duration Of The Under the Boardwalk By Lynn Anderson?The duration of Under the Boardwalk is 3:46 minutes and seconds. |
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