by Leslie Noyes
We were the Beach Combers, baby
Barefoot and easy on the eyes
Ripped jeans and plain white tees
Making music; earning sighs
We covered the Beach Boys
Crooned all the smooth tunes
Scattered all the seagulls
Drove the turtles from their dunes.
Lately I’ve been thinking,
Life came easier back then,
But the music now’s much deeper,
And we’re rocking once again.
(Photo courtesy of Robin Garrett, a.k.a. Effron White, one of the original Beach Combers.)