There's a new sun Risin' up angry in the sky And there's a new voice Sayin' "we're not afraid to die" Let the old world make believe It's blind and deaf
I bought a pretty cool wagon and we call it a woody Surf City, here we come You know, it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goody Surf City, here
The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard When I was young When I was young I smoked my first cigarette
