Ooh, ahh, been too long Oooh, ooooh, ahhh Been too long
waiting tables with a method they can't share. Waiting for what's next, waitin' for the big screen in disrepair I mean, despair I mean, that actor standing
That lucky old sun) Roll. Roll. Roll around in heaven all day. (That lucky old sun) Roll. Roll. Roll around in heaven all day. (be doobie doo) (That lucky old
Down on Olvera street A Mejicano cry "Agrieto, te quiero, te quiero, te adoro" This is where the Anglo gets his Latin lover's sigh "Adios, muchachos
for too long (Home. Home. Be doobie doo) So now I'm home (Home. Home. Be doobie doo) Where I belong. (Don't know why I'm rollin round in heaven) And that
Summer Sixty-one A goddess became my song I fell in her ocean eyes As endless as the sky Forever she'll be my surfer girl Forever she'll be my surfer
I got a notion we come from the ocean and God Almighty passed his hands on the water Pure Pacific, as azure as the sky Perfect for fish, making a wish
Ooh, lucky old sun Ahh, lucky old sun Lucky old sun Lucky old sun That lucky old sun, That lucky old sun He rolls around heaven all day
man Mexican, Mexican, Mexican Girl Dance your way into my world (Te quiero) Hey bonita muchacha Don't-cha know that I want-cha Hey bonita muchacha I need to know that
Lost my way The sun burnt in Stepped over graves And stood in sin Took the dive, but Couldn't swim A flag without the wind When there's no mornin' Without
Turns up the volume and shows off its rays Another Dodger-blue sky is crowning L.A. The City of Angels is rushed every day That lucky old sun smiles on
embarrassed to tell you so I laid around this old place I hardly ever washed my face Oxygen, oxygen right to the brain Super vices verses gettin' to the refrain Let yourself float, don't carry that
Just now I was thinkin' bout another perfect day, Wishin' it would come again your way Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay Tells you your
Southern, Cali, fornia... (Glad it happened to me) Roll around in heaven all day, Lucky old sun Roll around in heaven all day, Lucky old sun Nothin'
lining, Lift me up to Paradise (lift me up to paradise). Show me that river, why don't you take me across, Wash all my troubles away, I know that lucky old sun
their boardwalk shops Home for all the homeless, hopeless, well heeled, and deranged Still, nothing here seems out of place or strange. There's an old
They have the good kind They have the good kinda love. The sun keeps on shining He rolls around heaven above A little bit o' lovin' And a-kissin' and a-huggin' That
Summer '61 A goddess became my song Fell in her ocean eyes As endless as the sky Forever she'll be my surfer girl Forever she'll be my surfer girl My