Staring at the lifeguards   Hear mommy scream   I ain't got no morals   It's a bloody wayout dream   The noon-day sun makes you want to kill      Mining all beaches   Flying hands and feet   Poison in your Thermos   Is no fun but discreet   Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill      Barbecuring babies   Shish-kabob bikinis   Napalm makes you vomit   As it sizzles off your weenie   Surf combat