If ev'rybody had an ocean across the U.S.A.
Then ev'rybody'd be surfin' like Californ-I-A
You'd see 'em wearin' their baggies. Huarache 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 Trestles, Australia's Narrabeen
All over Manhattan, and down Doheny Way
Ev'rybody'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 Waimea Bay
Ev'rybody's gone surfin', surfin' U.S.A.

Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.

Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.

Everybody's gone surfin'
Surfin' U.S.A.