Written by: Resnick/Young. . 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 fireproof.
When the sun beats down. And melts the tar up on the roof. And your shoes get so hot. You wish your tired feet were fireproof. . Under the boardwalk. Down by the sea, yeah.
Have we really lost our way. I heard the people talking but I can't believe. The things they say. Seems like a million days. Since we chose a new direction.