[Verse 1]
Sweet Annabelle, 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

[Chorus]
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside
To lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly
And oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lulling shores, to get you oceanside
Oceanside, oceanside

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
But oh, if I could only get you oceanside
To lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly
And oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lulling shores, to get you oceanside
Oceanside, oceanside