(Written by Resnick-Young) 



 When the sun beats down, and melts the tar upon the roof

And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea

On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I`ll be 



From the park you`ll hear the happy sounds of a carousel

You can almost taste those hot dogs and french fries they sell

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea

On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be

Under the boardwalk, out of the sun

Under the boardwalk, we`ll be having some fun

Under the boardwalk, people walking above

Under the boardwalk, we`ll be falling in love

Under the board-walk, board-walk



Under the boardwalk, down by the sea

On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be 



Under the boardwalk, down by the sea

On a blanket with my baby, that`s where I'll be

Under the boardwalk, out of the sun

Under the boardwalk, we`ll be having some fun

Under the boardwalk, people walking above

Under the boardwalk, we`ll be falling in love

Under the board-walk, board-walk