Sitting on the shore beside the warm Pacific,
I watch the women dancing in the foam
Overhead the palm trees whisper calm and soporific
O say why should I be
Full of guilt and misery?

I saved for this vacation, I’m not traveling on credit,
And I know I turned off the stove when I left,
Yet I sit here in the sun and I bitterly regret it,
The day I flew out to the Golden Weft.

Far away in Minnesota
Friends are freezing the long night through
How can I sit by the ocean
Free and Easy, no work to do?
Faintly now I hear them calling,
Hear them shivering and shaking too
What right have I to be so happy
When my friends are turning blue?