(Written by Resnick-Young) When the sun beats down, and melts the tar upon the roof And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof Under the boardwalk, down by the sea On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be From the park you'll hear the happy sounds of a carousel You can almost taste those hot dogs and french fries they sell Under the boardwalk, down by the sea On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be Under the boardwalk, out of the sun Under the boardwalk, we'll be having some fun Under the boardwalk, people walking above Under the boardwalk, we'll be falling in love Under the board-walk, board-walk Under the boardwalk, down by the sea On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be Under the boardwalk, down by the sea On a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be Under the boardwalk, out of the sun Under the boardwalk, we'll be having some fun Under the boardwalk, people walking above Under the boardwalk, we'll be falling in love Under the board-walk, board-walk