We're going to the seashore   Gonna burst upon the brine   From a car that's full of babies   And dogs and food and wine   Sand in our suits and salt in our hair   And everyone feeling so fine       The sky is so blue   You can see right through   My heart is so big   I can't get through the door   That's what I'm here for       We're going to the country   And we're gonna plant some wheat   We're gonna steal some cow corn   And drive across the fields   Dance around the scarecrows   And do whatever we please       We're going to the country   In our little deux-chevaux   We're gonna put the top down   Crank the radio up full   Honk at all the cars we meet   And let them know we know       The sky is so blue...       We're going to the mountains   If there's still a little snow   Gonna do some spring-skiing   Go as fast as we can go   Give instructions from the chairlift   And tell all those tourists to go for it       See the shorts and t-shirts   Go whizzing through the trees   With their Hollywood sunglasses   And the scratches on their knees   Yodelling on the mountainside   And cutting the air like chickadees       The sky is so blue...       We're going to the cliffs now   To see if we can fly   I think I could do better   With your wing out of my eye   You can see for miles up here   Open heart in open sky       The sky is so blue   You can see right through   Our hearts they are so big   We can't get through the door   That's what we're here for