Wayamaya

 He was a big wave surfer
 Living down by Waimea bay
 We had a few friends
 Never thought it would end
 I remember an all white day
 With eight story waves
 He said, "Your eyes are grey" (Beautiful)
 We were living on Coeur d'Alene
 On Carol lane, sun Manta Ray
 Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea

 Driving in our Mercury

 Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea
 Driving in our Mercury

 I remember we came in May
 And we changed our names to Lana and Rey
 We'd be up 'til the sun rose, ay
 I'm in gold Lamé, your pink floral haze

 Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea
 Driving in our Mercury
 Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea
 Driving in our Mercury

 Waikiki, cove
 Waikiki, cove
 Waikiki, Waikiki, Waikiki, cove
 Waikiki, cove
 Waikiki, cove
 Waikiki, Waikiki, Waikiki, cov