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Da Vinci's Notebook was a comedy a capella group, best known for "Title of the Song".

This is "Seaside Lament", and the official lyrics omit the hilarious backup singer asides.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACXMtNbCn8I

http://www.paulandstorm.com/lyrics/seaside-lament/ (Paul and Storm were two of Da Vinci's Notebook, and went on to have a career together.)


Baby always wanted to spend the day at the beach (doo ron ron ron, doo ron ron ron)
But I’d be just as happy if the seaside were well out of reach (doo ron ron ron)
Sure, I like the sun and the little beach town
And I’m a good enough swimmer that I’ll never drown
And I always come back with a tan but wearin’ a frown (what a frown)

But I don’t like sand (it's gritty, it's litter for kitty, I just can't escape it, I don't wanna shape it)
But worst of all it gets down my pants
B-b-but I don't like sand (up in the shower, I scrub for an hour)
down my pants

My baby complained that we never went to the shore (doo ron ron ron, doo ron ron ron)
She finally convinced me to go, but I won’t anymore (doo ron ron ron)
I stayed in the car and watched a portable T.V.
My baby got mad and ran on down to the sea
She came back with a bucket and a shovel and she came after me (yeah me)

And she put sand ([indistinguishable] the surf[something] to pester my swimsuit, a million pit vipers in my ocean diapers)
(My baby she put sand) down my pants
My baby put sand ([something] where my pants are a portable sand bar)
Sand down my pants

Ooh, it’s gritty in Surf City
I just can’t shake it until I’m naked
You know it makes my Speedos crunch like Doritos
I got shifting dunes in my Fruit of the Looms

My baby put sand (up in the shower, I scrub for an hour)
Sand down my—

Little Surfer Girl went and found someone new
The lesson is learned; don’t let it happen to you
But when I get lonely for her, there’s something I do (it's true)

I just put sand ([something] to kiss her, whenever I miss her, the sand is my friend now, [something] the end now)
Sand down my pants ([something] big handfuls, [something] granules)
Sand down my pants




... Now, imagine what happens when this song and "Poker Face" start humping, which was what happened yesterday.
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