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Artists: The Trade Winds
Peaked at # 32 in 1965
Written by Pete Andreoli and Vince
Poncia
ooh, ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh, ahh
My folks moved to New York from California
I should have listened when my buddy
said "I warn ya" (warn ya)
"There'll be no surfin' there and
no one even ca-a-ares"
(My woody's outside) covered
with snow
(Nowhere to go now)
New York's a lonely town
When you're the only surfer
boy around
>From Central Park to Pasadena's
such a long way
I feel so out of it walkin' down
Broadway (Broadway)
I feel so bad each time I look out
there and fi-i-ind
(My woody's outside) covered
with snow
(Nowhere to go now)
New York's a lonely town
When you're the only surfer
boy around
ooh, ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I feel so bad each time I look out there and fi-i-ind
(My woody's outside) covered
with snow
(Nowhere to go now)
New York's a lonely town
When you're the only surfer
boy around
ooh, ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh, ahh
ooh, ooh, ooh
FADE
ahh, ahh
