Ocean City (For May, Jack & Brother Jon)

Get your head and your boots
Don’t forget your bathing suits
We’ve been dreaming our way along
We’re going to the boardwalk
We’re gonna ride the rollercoaster
I’m gonna hold you closer
Ride the Ferris wheel
I’ll whisper in your ear
They’ve never seen a girl so pretty
It’s summer time in Ocean City
Playing cards with Grandpa Jack
That old man always had our back
Even when the cards were thin
Jack would always let us win
When it came time to bed
Grandma puffin' cigarettes
With all my chips out on the table
Deal with the consequences later
I got aces showing dearly hit me
It’s summer time in Ocean City
Smell of ocean in the air
The sea was flappin' everywhere
Dig my heels into the sand
Get my picture with the Peanut Man
Ride the rollercoaster
Everything was gettin' closer
Me and my brother Jon
Singing Frank Sinatra songs
The old man outside the bar
Starin' up at the stars
You’ll never seen none so pretty
Then on the boardwalk in Ocean City