Your Baby's Gone Surfin' - Duane Eddy

Well, I called up my baby

On the telephone

It just kept ringing

No one was home

Then I saw my best friend

And her face turned red

When I asked my best friend

This is what she said

Your baby’s gone surfing

Surfing, surfing and I know where

Your baby’s gone surfing

Surfing, surfing and I know where

He’s down at the beaches

Beaches, beaches having fun

Your baby’s gone surfing

Surfing, surfing, like everyone

Your baby’s gone dancing

Dancing, dancing to the surfing band

Your baby’s gone dancing

Dancing, dancing to the guitar man

Your baby’s gone dancing

Dancing, dancing, having fun

Your baby’s gone dancing

Dancing, dancing like everyone

Oh, your baby’s gone dancing with everyone

Your baby is surfing to the surfing band

Oh, he’s down at the beach, having fun

Your baby is dancing, dancing

Dancing with everyone

Oh, your baby is dancing

Whoa, he’s dancing

Whoa, he’s dancing

Yes, he’s dancing…