sunday's coming i wanna drive my car
to your apartment with present like a star
forecaster said the weather may be rainy hard
but i know the sun will shine for us
oh lazy seagull fly me from the dark
i dress my jeans and feed my monkey banana
then i think my age how old,skyline how far
or we need each other in california
you show me your body before night comes down
i touch your face and promise to stay ever young
on this ivory beach we kissed so long
it seems that the passion's never gone
you sing me your melody and i feel so please
i want you to want me to keep your dream
together we'll run wild by a summer symphony
this is what we enjoyed not a fantasy
the tin-man's surfing i wanna try my luck
to the top of tide rip like just have some drugs
i know you have no blame for my proud moonish heart
welcome to the golden beatnik park