Letra de Beach Comber

What you want is just outside your reach
You keep on searching
You're walking down that Pensacola Beach
You keep repeating

While you're waiting for that sound
Apparatus to the ground
You're stealin' from the lost and found
And what you find
Ain't what you had in mind

Until you find your Rolex in the sand
You won't be stopping
Until that solid gold is in your hand
You won't be happy

Call your office on the phone
Say you won't be coming home
You fell into vacation zone