Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoo
See the guy in the bowtie
Red suspenders, riding high-igh
Pointing his weathered little finger
Up to the sky
Like a Freudian detective
Collecting clues from my mind
I wonder just what he sees
Through those pretty old eyes
He breathes so close, just out of my reach
Got a volleyball serve no teacher could teach
I think he could be my Einstein on the beach
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa
So simple and outrageous
That tired old look can be contagious
Don't judge the book by its cover like this
It's what's inside that's my bliss
He breathes so close, just out of my reach
Got a volleyball serve no teacher could teach
I think he could be my Einstein on the beach
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa
Just us or just me (oh baby)
What's it gonna be (oh baby)
Just us, it's all I can see
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa
He breathes so close, mm-hmm, yeah
Oh, just out of my reach
I think he could be my Einstein on the beach, whoo
He breathes so close, just out of my reach
Got a volleyball serve no teacher could teach
I think he could be my Einstein
He breathes so close, just out of my reach
Got a volleyball serve no teacher could teach
I think he could be my Einstein on the beach
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh (oh, you and me), whoa, oh, oh, whoa (reach)
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh (oh, my Einstein)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa (my Einstein)
I think he could be my Einstein on the beach
