Cool breeze
Blue seas
High bars
Low cars
Wine women and weed
Malibu days
Machine like waves
Point to pier on the nose
With every wave
Your surfing skill grows
Our realm spanned Santa Monica pier to P.O.P
A mile of beach was our kingdom
The wall, Bay Street, the cove
Surf sand and people in rhythm
Sand so hot you had to run
To get to the cooling water
And hard packed shore
Run the mile to keep in shape
Every inch of our realm explored
Honest John's stand
Monica hotel
Two man beach volleyball
And the wall
Oh yes the wall
Long hair
Young resilient and strong
Tan and free
In total command
Of all we see
And surf
Always the surf
Cheap thrills
In the warm summer
Sea
Winds off shore
Spray like rain
The wave holds up and
Boom off the lip again
Bottom turn the board's on fire.
Hot summer nights
Balmy and free
The concerts were endless
To dance was to live
To dance was to be
Music was the catalyst
It kept us all in touch
Youth in rebellion
Protests in defiance
Amid the tear gas and dust.
Drugs oh yes
We had them as well
Some we took some we sold
LSD hash and pot for you and me
Many survived others now cold
Cool breeze
Blue seas
High bars
Low cars
Wine women and song