Narrator (talk-singin’): Well, I thought I’d find a little fun in the sun, Instead I found a freak show on the run, Saggy buns marchin’ one by one— And then the hippies came! ✌️🌼 They set up camp with a bongos beat, Bare feet stompin’ on the scorching heat, Tie-dye flappin’ where the sun don’t meet— Oh Lord, it ain’t the same! ⸻ Chorus (shouted): 👉 “Don’t look, Darla!” (Too late—she saw the drum circle!) Singer: There goes “Rainbow Jerry” with a tambourine, Twistin’ and a-shakin’ like a washin’ machine, Hugged a palm tree yellin’ “Keep it green!” That’s the Nude Beach Shuffle! 🌴🥁 ⸻ Verse 2 (narrator fast-talking): Now “Moonflower Sue” wore beads on her chest, Singin’ Bob Dylan and forgettin’ the rest, Handin’ out granola to a seagull guest— Folks, it weren’t pretty! 🥴 Old man “Sunburn Stan” strummed a busted guitar, Half a note flat and the rest bizarre, Crowd backed up about half a bar— But the hippies didn’t care! ⸻ Chorus (again): 👉 “Don’t look, Darla!” (She looked… now she’s hummin’ “Kumbaya” in shock!) Singer: There goes the nudists and the hippie clan, Wavin’ peace signs with a sunburned tan, Singin’ “Age of Aquarius” as fast as they can— It’s the Nude Beach Shuffle! 🎶☮️ ⸻ Bridge (spoken, with Ray Stevens giggle): Y’all, I seen saggy bongo drums, hairy yoga poses, One old hippie tryin’ sun salutations but losin’ his shorts in the ocean— You just can’t come back from that! ⸻ Final Chorus (big silly finish): There goes the groovy gang with their flower power, Struttin’ and hummin’ in the noon-day hour, Lord, I’ll be scrubbing my eyeballs in the shower— That’s the Nude Beach Shuffle! 🌞🎸🌼 👉 “Don’t look, Darla!”
