Evil Little people made of sand Live in a beach and they blend in If you don't see them just pretend
Evil Little people made of sand Live in a beach and they blend in If you don't see them just pretend
Bathing suit Wrapped around my waist With a Capri-sun in my hand I don't know what you got planned I jump in to the hotel pool And your head popped out the water Can we stay a little longer? (Mom, can we live here?)
Evil Little people made of sand Live in a beach and they blend in If you don't see them just pretend
Evil Little people made of sand Live in a beach and they blend in If you don't see them just pretend
