Lyrics

Goin Down De Ocean
written by David A. Alberding

I took a summer job painting trim in May
I figured I could last till Labor Day
Between the fossil fumes, the constant heat
I'll be lucky if I last the week

I've earned my burned and bright red neck
When Friday comes just cash my check

'Cause I'm goin down de ocean
Got to grab a little summer before she's done
Yes, I'm goin down de ocean
Good by, good luck, I'm going, going, gone

I topped off my tank and I made my way
To the Chesapeake and across the bay
Past the chicken farms off of 50 East
I'll be sitting seven hours at least

I guess I'm not the only one
Who had to find a little fun in the sun

And I?m goin down de ocean
Got to grab a little summer before she's done
Yes, I'm goin down de ocean
Good by, good luck, I'm going, going, gone

My uncle's place is ocean side off 98th
The sofa bed 's just fine; you?re all looking great
I'd like to sit a spell and say hello
I smell the salty air; I need to go

I'll land a Boardwalk job if all else fails
Till then I'll be just fine with a
Bucket of Rocks and a bushel of males

And I'm goin de ocean
Got to grab a little summer before she's done
I'm goin down de ocean
Good by, good luck, I'm going, going, gone