Sweet Annabelle,
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down ´til she´s fast and sleeping.
Oh well, I guess I´m something of a ne´er-do-well- who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell.
I´m on track and keeping.

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,
to lay your muscles wide,
it´d be heavenly.
& oh, if I could only coax you overboard,
to leave these lulling shores,
to get you oceanside.
Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.

At rising tide, you´re looking fresher than a July bride.
We´re picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.
The field is right for reaping.
Oh well, I guess I´m something of a ne´er do well,
even though that´s something I could never do well.
I´m on track and keeping.

But oh, if I could only get you oceanside,
to lay your muscles wide,
it´d be heavenly.
Oh, if I could only coax you
overboard,
to leave these lulling shores,
to get you oceanside.
Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.