Oh when the sun beats down
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and burns the tar up on the roof.
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And your shoes get so hot,
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you wish your tired feet were fire-proof.
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Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
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On a blanket with my baby, is where I'll be.
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Backup: Under the Boardwalk
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Out of the sun.
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Backup: Under the Boardwalk
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Man, we'll be having some fun.
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Backup: Under the Boardwalk
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People walkin' above.
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Backup: Under the Boardwalk
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We'll be falling in love under the Boardwalk,
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Boardwalk.
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From the palms you hear
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the happy sounds of the carousel,
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and you can almost taste
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the hot-dogs and french fries they sell.
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Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
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on a blanket with my baby, is where I'll be.
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Backup: Under the Boardwalk
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Out of the sun.
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Backup: Under the Boardwalk
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Man, we'll be having some fun.
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Backup: Under the Boardwalk
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People walkin' above.
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Backup: Under the Boardwalk
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We'll be falling in love under the Boardwalk,
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Boardwalk.
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Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
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On a blanket with my baby, is where I'll be.
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Under the Boardwalk, down by the sea
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On a blanket with my baby, is where I'll be.
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