Under The Boardwalk

Still young enough for acne, but old enough to drive;

In the Summer, we’d head to Atlantic City, where teenage dreams could come alive!

We’d hang out on the Boardwalk, by a place called “The Nascherie”;

And wait there for two cute chicks, that would happen to be walking by!

We’d see them heading our way, and we’d divvy them both up;

My buddy liked the blonde ones, I liked long haired pups!

We’d greet them with our smiles, and ask, what were their names;

We’d make sure no guys were coming, who might be their current flames!

If things went well, they’d like us, we’d talk, then we’d all know;

There was a place with lots of privacy, and “under the boardwalk” we’d all go!

Even though it’s shaded down there, and the air is very cool;

It heated up real quickly, as our lips began to drool!

We’ll stay down there one hour; we’d kiss, and pet, and hug;

In teenage puerile teenage innocence, with girls we really dug!

We’d come back up and trade some info, and we’d say “have a nice day”;

After they’d gone, we’d see two others, that were heading straight our way!