Sweet Annabelle
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
Until shes fast and sleeping
Oh, well
I guess Im something of a neer-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
Im on track and keeping
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside
To lay your muscles wide
Itd be heavenly
And oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside, oceanside, oh
At rising tide
Youre looking fresher than a July bride
Were picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right for reaping
Oh, well
I guess Im something of a neer-do-well
Even though thats something I could never do well
Im on track and keeping
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside
To lay your muscles wide
Itd be heavenly
Oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lulling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside, oceanside, oh