[Verse 1: Surf-rock male lead, bright and fast over the driving surf drums] Bought it off my boss for eleven hundred cash Long black wagon with a stripe of chrome on the dash Paint shines like a mirror and the tires are new Fits a nine-foot longboard and a cooler for two Every kid on the beach road points when I drive Every old man at the bait shop says, "Is it alive?" Got a dent in the bumper and a wax on the seat And it rides like a whale down the boardwalk street All October long, they're laughin' at the ride Wait till Halloween, I said, you'll be beggin' inside [Chorus: Surf-rock male lead] Long black wagon with the boards up top Satin curtains in the windows and the chrome don't stop Midnight on the beach road, goin' where the party's at There's plenty of room in the back [Verse 2: Surf-rock male lead, the reverb guitar ridin' high] Halloween night and the pier's lit gold Eight kids in costumes and the night's gone cold Mummy and a pirate and a werewolf in a wig Pile into the back like it's a hayride gig Marisol in the front in a witch's hat Says, "Where'd you even find a car like that?" Feet up on the dash, and she's laughin' at me I said, "I'll tell you Monday, if you wanna see" Waves at midnight and the boards in the foam Eight wet kids in the back on the long way home [Chorus: Surf-rock male lead] Long black wagon with the boards up top Satin curtains in the windows and the chrome don't stop Midnight on the beach road, goin' where the party's at There's plenty of room in the back [Verse 3: Surf-rock male lead, faster, the tom fills rollin'] Monday mornin', nine o'clock, I'm hosin' out the sand Peelin' off the surf wax with a putty knife in hand Take the rack off the roof and I hang up the board Put a black suit on and a tie like a cord Delgado and Sons on the sign at the gate Mrs. Abernathy's ready, and she don't like to wait Roll her out on the cart, slide her in nice and slow Marisol at the red light sees me, and now she knows She's laughin' so hard that she's honkin' at me I said, "Monday, like I told you, there's a seat that ain't free" [Sung Riff: Surf-rock male lead sings the guitar lead line note for note with it] Ooh-wee-ooh, down the beach road slow Ooh-wee-ooh, with a long way to go [Chorus: Surf-rock male lead, last time, the whole band back in] Long black wagon with the boards up top Satin curtains in the windows and the chrome don't stop Midnight on the beach road, goin' where the party's at There's plenty of room in the back [End]
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