Santa Monica Pier

I was bugged when you called me Coming on with this great idea The idea simply appalled me To go to Santa Monica pier But when I tried to say "no" dear You didn't tell me that I was wrong You just said you were going there And that you'd like to take me along And you said Imagine the music of the merry-go-round Drifting over the salt sea air; the taste divine In the sky the gulls are crying And the ocean spray is flying There, I had to smile dear You really had made it clear So I reluctantly said I'd take you Down to Santa Monica pier I took you down to the pier dear It was such a fine idea Fish and chips and a beer dear Down on Santa Monica pier You took my photograph there dear The sun shone in your golden hair And I knew you could care for me Down there on Santa Monica pier Imagine the music of the merry-go-round Drifting over the salt sea air; the taste divine In the sky the gulls are crying And the ocean spray is flying There I saw you smile dear Your eyes were so bright and clear What a day to be taking pictures Down on Santa Monica pier On Santa Monica pier Donovan Donovan