So whatcha know, whatcha know, can you tell me how to go
When the sun is down low, at low tide
So whatcha know, whatcha know, can you tell me how to go
When the sun is down low, at low tide

Summer days, summer days, way back in Mission Bay
We meet up and we blaze, at low tide
Summer days, summer days, way back in Mission Bay
We meet up and we blaze, at low tide


You can find me down by the cove
Wallet full of sand dollars, pocket full of dro
Not by the bay where the watermelons grow
But the beach where the water swells on that ebb and flow

Who want to roll with my cheap ass
Down to the shore club where we throwing drinks back
With leather faced beach bums that let out a deep laugh
Remembering that time they swear they saw the green flash

Me, I found a pot of gold walking down the cobblestone
I saw the sweetest Boricua and she was all alone
In a summer dress, the colors coral and aqua tone
Strolling down El Dorado’s roads that I follow home

Es el momento en que me doy cuenta
Mira el agua en camara lenta
Del mar, un amor alucinante
My life aquatic is like being aboard The Belafonte


So whatcha know, whatcha know, can you tell me how to go
When the sun is down low, at low tide
So whatcha know, whatcha know, can you tell me how to go
When the sun is down low, at low tide

Summer days, summer days, way back in Mission Bay
We meet up and we blaze, at low tide
Summer days, summer days, way back in Mission Bay
We meet up and we blaze, at low tide


Sunny days done changed to summer flames
It’s hazy out in Cali where they say it never rains
It never change, faded in seven ways
Seven seas set ablaze, sailing for better days

So keep in mind, keep in mind, aecrets that you seek to find
Always get revealed in time, like low tide
I feel alive, feel alive, I got no idea why
Keeping all my people high as the crow flies

Waves crash in a beautiful trance
Swirl around the shore crabs who’re doing their dance
I’m chilling fifty fathoms deep with a champagne glass
Toast to the mistakes that I can’t take back

And in fact, I’m done with brawling, done with pub crawling
Done with deep water trawling and all other devil’s bargains
I came back and waltzed in like “look at what I hauled in”
Old man and the sea, see? I caught the marlin


So whatcha know, whatcha know, can you tell me how to go
When the sun is down low, at low tide
So whatcha know, whatcha know, can you tell me how to go
When the sun is down low, at low tide

Summer days, summer days, way back in Mission Bay
We meet up and we blaze, at low tide
Summer days, summer days, way back in Mission Bay
We meet up and we blaze, at low tide