Sweet Annabelle As seen reclining on an ocean swell As the waves do lather up to lay her down Until she's fast and sleeping Oh, well I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell I'm on track and keeping
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside To lay your muscles wide It'd be heavenly And oh, if I could only coax you overboard To leave these lolling shores To get you oceanside Oceanside, oceanside, oh
At rising tide You're looking fresher than a July bride We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized The field is right for reaping Oh, well I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well Even though that's something I could never do well I'm on track and keeping
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside To lay your muscles wide It'd be heavenly Oh, if I could only coax you overboard To leave these lulling shores To get you oceanside Oceanside, oceanside, oh