We met one summer evening
As the sun was going down
She was lying on the beach
In her graduation gown
She was wrapped up in a blanket
(I could tell she knew her way around)
And as I lay down beside her
You know she never made a sound
On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man
Scoopin` up the papers and flattening down the sand
Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - we`ve got to run away
That big white truck is closin` in
And we`ll get wounded if we stay
Now Lucinda lies buried `neath the California sand
Put under by the beach-cleaning man
Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - why`d you have to go?
They sent her to high school
They sent her to low school
She just wouldn`t go further