I'm taking home a dixie cup of sand a couple of sea shelves

My diary and some kodak colored pictures of the one who's breaking my heart



I'm closing up my suitcase for the summer I'll take this year's souvenirs and start

With my dixie cup of sand a couple of sea shelves and my broken heart

Why must it always turn out like this I've got plenty sand and I've got plenty shelves

But I don't have anyone to hug and kiss hug and kiss

So I'm taking home...

A dixie cup of sand and my broken heart