do it again, take me back in the day

to that land of milk and honey, californi-ay.

wheels doin' spins down a tree-lined boulevard

hot rods and bronze gods and no-one actin' hard

friday nights on the box, everybody had it made

there was the bradys, pete wilson, and ruben kincaid

and when the winter winds blew cold and bit up at my face

i'd reach out for brian wilson to take me to a better place

sweet chords and surf boards

palm trees and calm seas

a blonde in just a suntan layin' in the white sand

i quickly get the notion, lend a hand with her lotion

but just like the ocean, she's gone

but that's alright, on a snowy sunday night

that's the best trip i ever been on...



it's automatic when i talk to old friends

the conversation turns to girls we knew

and their hair was soft and long

and the beach was the place to go

their suntanned bodies and the waves of sunshine

the california girls and the beautiful coastline

with warmed-up weather let's get together and

do it again...



and with a girl the lonely sea looks gold in moon light

makes your night times warm and outta sight...



well i been thinkin' bout all the places we

surfed and danced and all the faces we

missed so let's get back together and do it again