When we get to Thirty K
All our blues will go away
We'll clap our hands and shout "Hooray!"
When we get to Thirty K

The deaf will walk and the lame will speak
There'll be two Thursday's in next week
We'll all take off our clothes and streak
When we get to Thirty K

There'll be a chicken in every pot
And everybody will own a yacht
And some other stuff I plumb forgot
When we get to Thirty K

Yes, when we get to Thirty K
All our blues will go away
We'll all go surfin' USA
When we get to Thirty K