the seven of us at the beach
and dancing days like music played
from our top 40 radio
and no place else to go

the girls walked by in twos and threes
but not too many looked our way,
another wave will always come:
the callback in a dancing day

the smell of lotion, salt and spray,
and everything you’d want but shade,
the tunes the laughter and the light
of dancing days that never

fade