In the middle of the week
In the middle of the day
In the middle of the summer
In the middle of the bay
Boots kicked off, feet out to dry
Lying on the cuddy counting clouds in the sky
Throw her down and take a break
To hell with profits you won't make
Now take her slack 'cause you deserve
To rock yourself on the ocean
Diddly-da, diddly-dum, doo
We work like devils from nine to five
So we can have eight wheels to drive
Tubes with color, plastic bread
Waves in our ovens and water in our beds
Frantically driven to compete
Pile her up, beg borrow, cheat
No time to play or cross the bay
Or stop and smell the ocean
Diddly-da, diddly-dum, doo
In the middle of the city with a racket and a roar
Caged like a rat on the 15th floor
Trying to make a livin' putting paper in a pile
Hard to find someone with a genuine smile
Life was never meant to be lived in a box
We need a little freedom like the gull and the fox
So grab your chance whenever you can
And rock yourself on the ocean
Diddly-da, diddly-dum, doo
In the middle of the week
In the middle of the day
In the middle of the summer
In the middle of the bay
Boots kicked off, feet out to dry
Lying on the cuddy counting clouds in the sky
Throw her down and take a break
To hell with profits you won't make
Now take her slack 'cause you deserve
To rock yourself on the ocean
Take her slack 'cause you deserve
To rock yourself on the ocean