[Verse 1]
Well, Sandy, fireworks are hailing over Little Eden tonight
Forcing light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this fourth of July
Down in the town, the Circuit's full of switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiny, so sharp
And them wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasing all them silly New York girls
[Chorus 1]
Oh, Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight, because I--I may never see you again
Whoa, oh, Sandy girl
[Verse 2]
Well, now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
And them boys in their high heels--ah, Sandy, their skins are so white
And me, I just got tired of hanging in them dusty arcades, banging them pleasure machines
Chasing the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl way down on the south beach drag
Well, I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And that Joey kept me spinning, I didn't think I'd ever get off
[Chorus 2]
Oh, Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
And I remember running down the beach at night with my old boss's daughter
Well, he ain't my boss no more, Sandy
Well, Sandy, fireworks are hailing over Little Eden tonight
Forcing light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this fourth of July
Down in the town, the Circuit's full of switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiny, so sharp
And them wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasing all them silly New York girls
[Chorus 1]
Oh, Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight, because I--I may never see you again
Whoa, oh, Sandy girl
[Verse 2]
Well, now, the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
And them boys in their high heels--ah, Sandy, their skins are so white
And me, I just got tired of hanging in them dusty arcades, banging them pleasure machines
Chasing the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl way down on the south beach drag
Well, I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And that Joey kept me spinning, I didn't think I'd ever get off
[Chorus 2]
Oh, Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
And I remember running down the beach at night with my old boss's daughter
Well, he ain't my boss no more, Sandy
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