Punch Bowl

She's an east side girl on the west side Rode a 1970's racing bike And left the boards tied down to the top of the bug Drinking cheap beer from a coffee mug And I've got a tiki tangerine, an electro guitar Commander with the moustache handlebars And we were drinking white wine from the back of the van Shooting rubber bands at the bottles and cans Oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa-whoa) Friday night, she's standing by the punchbowl I was waiting for the weekend to come Saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah Later alligator, I'll be hanging on the west side Underneath the summer sun" Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Past the sunset cliffs, and up in Malibu Well east of Neptune's net There's a man in a sombrero on the side of the road When we see him don't forget to look left There's a tree overhanging at the county line No street signs, and it's hard to find Through the parking lot you'll see a secret spot And once you hit the sand you're in no-man's land Oh-oh-oh-oh (whoa-whoa) Friday night, she's standing by the punchbowl I was waiting for the weekend to come Saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah Later alligator, I'll be hanging on the west side Underneath the summer sun" Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Oh, Friday night, she's standing by the punchbowl I was waiting for the weekend to come Saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah Later alligator, I'll be hanging on the west side Underneath the summer sun" Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun Summer-summer-summer sun