Lyrics:

Two girls for every boy

I bought a pretty cool wagon and we call it a woody
(Surf City, here we come)
You know it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goody
(Surf City, here we come)
Well, it ain't got a back seat or a rear window
But it still gets me where I wanna go

And we're gonna to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one
You know we're gonna to Surf City, gonna have some fun
Yeah, we're gonna to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one
You know we're gonna to Surf City, gonna have some fun, now
Two girls for every boy

Two girls for every

Well she got her daddy's car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now
And with the radio blasting
Goes cruising just as fast as she can now

And she'll have fun fun fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away

And she'll have fun fun fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away

If everybody had an ocean
Across the U.S. of A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californ-i-a

You'd see 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals too
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin' U.S.A.

You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar
(Inside outside U.S.A.)
Ventura County line
(Inside outside U.S.A.)
Santa Cruz and Trestles
(Inside outside U.S.A.)
Australia's Narrabeen
(Inside outside U.S.A.)
All over Manhattan
(Inside outside U.S.A.)
And down Doheny way
(Inside outside U.S.A.)
Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.

Inside outside U.S.A.
Inside outside U.S.A.
Inside outside U.S.A.
Inside outside U.S.A.

We'll all be gone for the summer
(Inside outside U.S.A.)
We're on surf-ari to stay
(Inside outside U.S.A.)
Tell the boys we're surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.