Tucker Ronzetti

Lyrics

Nancy came home from work the other day. She’d just cashed in her take-home pay.
She said, “Tommy can’t you see? New Jersey aint for me.
And there’s nothing here that’s going to make me stay.”
So she got in her car and drove away, singing,
“I was born for the beaches, and not to sing the blues.
I was made to be tan and happy, not to be cold with you.
I was born for the beaches, and not to sing the blues.
I was made to be young and sexy, not to grow old with you.”
Nancy drove all night and day ‘til that Chevy blew up along the way.
She said,” Screw this damn Chevette. I’m gonna get out of here yet.”
And she made her way down to Miami.
She’s there waiting on tables, and you’ll hear her say:
“I was born for the beaches, and not to sing the blues.
I was made to be tan and happy, not to be cold with you.
I was born for the beaches, and not to sing the blues.
I was made to be young and sexy, not to grow old with you.”
It’s amazing to me what some people take. Some people stay for staying’s sake.
Some people never see there’s a place where you can be
where you’re not so cold that your bones will ache.
You wear shorts in December and you shake and bake, and sing:
“I was born for the beaches, and not to sing the blues.
I was made to be tan and happy, not to be cold with you.
I was born for the beaches, and not to sing the blues.
I was made to be young and sexy, and not to grow old with, not to grow old with,
not to be old with you.”