1. Strophe:
If Everybody Had An Ocean,
Across The USA.
Then Everybody’d Be Surfin‘ Like California Bay.
You’d See Them Wearing Their Baggies,
Huarachi Sandals Too.
A Bushy Bushy Blonde Hair Do,
Surfin‘ USA.
2. Strophe:
You’ll Catch’em Surfin‘ At Del Mar,
Ventura Country Line.
Santa Cruz And Tressels,
Australia’s Narabine.
All Over Manhattan And Down Doheny Way,
Everybody’s Gone Surfin‘,
Surfin‘ USA.
3. Strophe:
We’ll All Be Plainin‘ Out A Route,
We’re Gonna Take Real Soon.
We Are Waxin‘ Down Surf-Sboards,
We Can’t Wait June.
We’ll All Be Gonne For The Sommer,
We’re On Safari To Stay.
Tell The Teachers We’re Surfin‘,
Surfin‘ USA.
(Drawbar-Solo)
Break:
Everybody’s Gone Surfin‘,
Surfin‘ USA.
(Guitar Solo)