Born for the Beaches

Nancy came home from work
The other day.
She'd just cashed in
Her take-home pay.
She said, Tommy can't you see?
New Jersey aint for me.
And there's nothing here that's going to make me stay.
So she got in her car and drove away,
Singing,

I was born for the beaches
And not to sing the blues.
I was made to be tan and happy
Not to be cold with you.
I was born for the beaches
And not to sing the blues.
I was made to be young and sexy
Not to grow old with you.

Nancy drove all night and day
Til that Chevy blew up along the way.
She said, Screw this damn Chevette.
I'm gonna get out of here yet.
And she made her way down to Miami.
She's there waiting on tables
And you'll hear her say:

I was born for the beaches
And not to sing the blues.
I was made to be tan and happy
Not to be cold with you.
I was born for the beaches
And not to sing the blues.
I was made to be young and sexy
Not to grow old with you.

Alright.

It's amazing to me
What some people take.
Some people stay
For staying's sake.
Some people never see
There's a place where you can be
Where you're not so cold
That your bones will ache.
You wear shorts in December
And you shake and bake, and sing:

I was born for the beaches
And not to sing the blues.
I was made to be tan and happy
Not to be cold with you.
I was born for the beaches
And not to sing the blues.
I was made to be young and sexy
And not to grow old with
Not to grow old with
Not to be old with you.