You’ll be able to catch him in the next station.
Taking a bus straight down to the beach,
The best waves he’s trying to reach.
Franklin got there days before.
He was too tired of writing a letter,
That moment a surfari sounded better.
A third time in an oval office with a shelf.
He called Lincoln for a walk in the sand,
A night in the theater his friend wouldn’t stand.
A new place to feel as home.
Because without America to stay,
There would be no Beach Boys surfin’ USA.