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. 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 lulling shores, to get you oceanside. Oceanside. Oceanside. oh. 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 oceanside, to lay your muscles wide, it'd be heavenly. Oh, if I could only coax you overboard, to leave these lulling shores, to get you oceanside. Oceanside. Oceanside. oh.