If everybody had an ocean across the U.S.A., then everybody'd be surfin' like California.You'd see them wearin' their baggies, or rise their sandals too, or push their bushy blonde hair too.You'd see them surfin' U.S.A. You'd catch them surfin' at the Ventura County Line, Santa Cruz, San Jose, Australia, and now Robine.Oh, all over Manhattan, yeah, you'd not know any way, everybody's goin' surfin', surfin' U.S.A.We'll all be plannin' out a room.Yeah, we're gonna take a real soon.We're waxin' down our surfboards.We can't wait for June.We'll all be goin' for summer on a suffragist day.Tell the teacher we're surfin', surfin' U.S.A.In Hagerty, San Suarez, Pacific Palisades.Santa Fe, Ransom.Sunset, right down the beach, L.A.Wall over, lay over, at the Mesa Bay.Everybody's goin' surfin', surfin' U.S.A.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.Thank you.