Lyrics:

If everybody had an ocean
across the U.S.A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
like California.
You'd see them wearin' their baggies
huarachi sandals, too.
A bushy, bushy blonde hairdo,
Surfin' U.S.A.

You'll catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar,
Ventura County Line.
Santa Cruz and Tressels,
Australia's Narabine.
All over Manhattan and down Doheny way.
Everybody's gone surfin',
Surfin' U.S.A.

We'll all be plannin' out a route
we're gonna take real soon.
We're waxin' down our surfboards
we can't wait for June.
We'll all be gone for the summer,
we're on safari to stay.
Tell the teacher we're surfin',
Surfin' U.S.A.

At Haggarty's and Swami's,
Pacific Palisades,
San Onofre and Sunset,
Redondo Beach, L.A.
All over La Jolla and Waiamea Bay.
Everybody's gone surfin',
Surfin' U.S.A.