This song is dedicated to the sacred beaches of this great nation

Where fifty thousand naked men and women prime their bodies

With intensive care barrier cream and confront the liquid universe

So we're lying around upon hot sand

The health food of a nation's cream

Inside our wet skin and

Here comes the great sun-struck question

Hear it go twisting, twisting

Yeah one little sun-struck question

And it goes twisting, twisting

Oh yeah and yeah again

Well it's a real head song this one

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Well it's a real brain song this one

Now what is this sun-struck object

Inside your ice-cream eyes

Yeah one little sun-struck object and

We won't let it sweat, we won't let it cry

Let it sweat, let it cry

And with some old egg-heart trouble

I say give-me-gas

Give-me-gas

Hear my hard boiled egg-heart beat

We go twisting!