Up in her room she gets out of the sackGoes down to the beach and lies on her backIn the sunshine all day, what’s the hurry?She dreams of long youth, no wrinkles or fatNo thoughts of bedpans or deathbedsAnd that keeps her smiling all day, what’s the hurry?An older woman suddenly cried, « The tide is rising! »And all the guys with speedos made it first to their carsBut along with the rest she slept while the crest roseTwenty feet and higher, higher…The girl kept on dreaming of a honeymoon in FranceA handsome fiance and the way he could danceNuestra luna de miel, oye vaco mansandoDevina mujer estamos besando bailando el swimHe made good money alright a bright futureEven the guys with muscles cried, « The tide is rising! »And all the folks with porsches made it up to the cliffsA group of kids were praying that I’m sure went up to heavenBut no one tried to surf…It’s a tidal wave, it’s a watery graveShe really tried to swim, she couldn’t in the end