Sweet Anabelle As seen reclining on an ocean swell As the waves do lather up to lay her down 'Til she's fast and sleeping Oh well I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell I'm on track and keeping But oh If I could only get you oceanside To lay your muscles wide It'd be heavenly Oh If I could only coax you overboard To leave these lolling shores To get you oceanside Oceanside At rising tide You're looking fresher than a July bride We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized The field is right for reaping Oh well I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well Even though that's something I could never do well I'm on track and keeping But oh If I could only get you ocean side To lay your muscles wide It'd be heavenly Oh If I could only coax you overboard To leave these lolling shores To get you oceanside Oceanside