All afternoon I've carried a tune   Harry let the banjos play   you and your brother sing to your mother   a song from merriel ballet      It's good to be here this time each year   candy apple smiles   sticking to leather in this sort of weather   when there always seems to be a line      On the end of the boardwalk    lit up like a parade   a ratty old shack with a swing in the back   and the sound of crashing waves      And old Kentucy could get lucky   and win a blue giraffe   we'll pretend to ride his back    and make each other laugh      Away your cares today   feels like the sun is stuck in place   Salty air dries your hair    and kisses your face      It's good to be here this time each year   candy apple smiles   sticking to leather in this sort of weather   when there always seems to be a line      There on the end of the boardwalk   lit up like a parade   a ratty old shack with a swing in the back   and the sound of crashing waves      Laugh away your cares today   feels like the sun is stuck in place   salty air dries your hair   and kisses your face      Laught away you cares today   feels like the sun is stuck in place   salty air dries your hair   and kisses your face   Kisses your face