We met one summer evening 

As the sun was going down 

She was lying on the beach 

In her graduation gown 

She was wrapped up in a blanket 

(I could tell she knew her way around) 

And as I lay down beside her 

You know she never made a sound 

On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man 

Scoopin' up the papers and flattening down the sand 

"Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - we've got to run away 

That big white truck is closin' in 

And we'll get wounded if we stay" 

Now Lucinda lies buried 'neath the California sand 

Put under by the beach-cleaning man 

Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - why'd you have to go? 

They sent her to high school 

They sent her to low school 

She just wouldn't go further