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