[Verse1] Now we’re landing in Jamaica We can barely walk off the plane Batted eyes at the man in customs I think he thought we were insane! [Verse 2] The Uber driver asked us where we’re going It’s that place that’s really trendy It's Betty’s bachelorette party We have to keep an eye on Wendy [Prechorus] We told our boys we’d behave But the beach party’s a rave [Chorus] Oh, my, my! Look at all of the boys! (Oh, my, my!) You know they want to be seen Tall ones, rich ones, light ones, dark ones This is just Beachy Keen! (This is just beachy keen!) [Instrumental surf rock guitar solo, classic 1960s Dick Dale / Ventures style, fiery reverb-drenched electric guitar with heavy tremolo and vibrato, fast alternate picking and tremolo picking, twangy bends, soaring melodic leads, bright clean-to-crunchy tone, energetic and fun beach vibe, summer surf instrumental] [Verse 3] Now we have to leave Jamaica We need a story to tell One that will not get us in trouble, Or get us thrown into jail! [Prechorus] We told our boys we’d behave But the beach party’s a rave [Chorus] Oh, my, my! Look at all of the boys! (Oh, my, my!) You know they want to be seen Tall ones, rich ones, light ones, dark ones This is just Beachy Keen! (This is just beachy keen!) [Outro] [Ad lib vocal, beach party sounds, giggles] B-b-b-b-Beachy Keen! (Beachy, beachy, beachy!) B-b-b-b-Beachy Keen! (Beachy, beachy, beachy!) B-b-b-b-Beachy Keen! (Everything is just beachy!)
