I scan the horizon for you, Mimi   I scan for the both of us   I scan the horizon for you, Mimi   I stand and scan on the strand of sand   I stand and scan on the strand of sand      But first I'm sitting over here   See that giggle of guys and girls   A typical day at the beach   Well, typical 'til I make my speech      There is a girl out on the sea   Floating on a pink surfboard   With a picnic lunch and parasol   Sitting there like a typical girl      Well, this is not a locker room   And that's a surfboard, not a yacht   The arrangement's not quite, quite there      One girl laughs at skinny guys   Someone else points out a queer   Oh, they're all jocks, both guys and girls   Press the button, take your cue      And see the girl with perfect teeth   She picks up lonely guys in bars   Then she takes off when they've bought her drinks   Don't you have money? I ask   Of course I do      This is not a locker room here   And that's a surfboard, not a yacht   The arrangement's not quite, quite there      But the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery   Stretched from white sand up to the open sky   Down to the shining sea again and then back to me   And Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach   Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi and me      Well, I'm still sitting over there   One guy just got up and brayed   They wag their words, they're all in heat   Well, I can ignore it, just don't steam up the view      And Mimi's still out on the sea   Floating on a pink surfboard   She's checking out her arms and legs   In case her casing's getting burnt      Well, this is not a locker room here   And that's a surfboard not a yacht   The arrangement's not quite, quite there      But the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery   Stretched from white sand up to the open sky   Down to the shining sea again and then back to me   And Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach   Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi and me      You don't know me but I've been watching you all day   And I've come to the edge of the water now to have my say   The picnic lunch is off, Mimi, throw your parasol away   Put your belly to the board, Mimi and paddle out to sea   Then turn the board around, Mimi until you're facing me      Wait for the waves to start building, for the valleys to deepen   And the mountains to increase in height   When the right times comes, Mimi   You lift yourself up and stand there, Mimi   And see as far as you can see   Stand up, Mimi, stand up Mimi, stand up      I scan the horizon for you, Mimi   I scan for the both of us   I scan the horizon for you, Mimi   I stand and scan on the strand of sand   I stand and scan on the strand of sand      The great leveler is coming Mimi   And he's not going to stop to take your pulse   And he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are   And I think that's the worst part   You never get a chance to explain yourself      And he's going to take those mountains   And shove them into the valleys   Till there's nothing left except a vast expanse   And you'll float there, Mimi on the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul      And if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard   And stretch you across the wind, you'll make no sound   Wet leaves on a dry map, nothing, nobody   The great leveler or the great escape?      But the day was faultless in beauty pitched on tropical scenery   Stretched from white sand up to the open sky   Down to the shining sea again and then back to me   And Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach   Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi and me   Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach   Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi and me      There is a girl out on the sea   Floating on a pink surfboard   A parasol floats nearby   The arrangement's not quite, quite there