If everybody had an ocean. Across the U.S.A.. Then everybody'd be surfin'. Like Californi-a. You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies. Huarachi sandals too. A bushy bushy blonde hairdo. Surfin' U.S.A.. You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar. Ventura County line. Santa Cruz and Trestles. Australia's Narabine. All over Manhattan. And down Doheny Way. Everybody's gone surfin'. Surfin' U.S.A.. We'll all be planning that route. We're gonna take real soon. We're waxing down our surfboards. We can't wait for June. We'll all be gone for the summer. We're on surfari to stay. Tell the teacher we're surfin'. Surfin' U.S.A.. Haggerties and Swamies. Pacific Palisades. San Onofre and Sunset. Redondo Beach L.A.. All over La Jolla. At Waimia Bay. Everybody's gone surfin'. Surfin' U.S.A.. Everybody's gone surfin'. Surfin' U.S.A.. Everybody's gone surfin'.