Transcribed by Nicola 



She's an auburn-haired girl / from a town of Spanish sand, / 

and she wades through Junior High / with a radio in her hand, / 

and she never talks to the country kids, / 

she just moves with the times like her mother did, / 





and when / she comes in the spring, / 

her touch can do everything, / 

`cause she wears my ring. / 

Oo-ooh, / American records. / 





She never looks at her watch, / 'cause time's the clock of her heart. / 

Her eyes are a million years, / she sighs like a movie star, / 

and under the boardwalk by the sea, / 

with my baby is where I'll be, / 





and when / she comes in the spring, / 

her touch can do everything, / 

`cause she wears my ring. / 

Oo-ooh, / American records. / 





And under the boardwalk by the sea, / 

with my baby is where I'll be, / 





and when / she comes in the spring, / 

her touch can do everything, / 

`cause she wears my ring. / 

Oo-ooh, / American records. / 

`Cause she wears my ring. / 

Oo-ooh, / American records. / 

Oo-ooh, / American records. / 

Oo-ooh, / American records. / 

American records. / 

American records.