Long, low, strip of shifting sand Where have all your friends gone? When the sun's not over your head The fat man who strolled you The children who broke you The muscles that climbed On your strong tan back Long, low, strip of shifting sand Where have all your friends gone? When the sun's not over your head The woman that wore young on you And once and only Swung off you They're as fickle as the sun with you Leaving me here Blown aback on you Long, low, strip of shifting sand Where have all your friends gone? When the sun's not over your head Oh, happy just to stay here Tripped by the waist and the decked chairs Oh, appetized by the wind Girls that you chased Oh, long, low, long, low Strip of shifting sand Where have all your friends gone? When the sun's not over your head La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Long, low, strip of shifting sand Where have all your friends gone? I'm not making any more plans I'm not making any more plans