All afternoon I've carried a tune
Harry let the banjos play
You and your brother sing to your mother
A song from merriel ballet
It's good to be here this time each year
Candy apple smiles
Sticking to leather in this sort of weather
When there always seems to be a line
On the end of the boardwalk
Lit up like a parade
A ratty old shack with a swing in the back
And the sound of crashing waves
And old Kentucy could get lucky
And win a blue giraffe
We'll pretend to ride his back
And make each other laugh
Away your cares today
Feels like the sun is stuck in place
Salty air dries your hair
And kisses your face
It's good to be here this time each year
Candy apple smiles
Sticking to leather in this sort of weather
When there always seems to be a line
There on the end of the boardwalk
Lit up like a parade
A ratty old shack with a swing in the back
And the sound of crashing waves
Laugh away your cares today
Feels like the sun is stuck in place
Salty air dries your hair
And kisses your face
Laught away you cares today
Feels like the sun is stuck in place
Salty air dries your hair
And kisses your face
Kisses your face