Hi, , ,Im Tony de dago, the son of the beach
Im notta so good and I'm notta so bad
I live on the shore where the sea gull he screach
I'm Tony da dago, the son of the beach

They say, "Tony, why for you stay here?"
You makka more money if you sella the beet
I tell them I don't care if I ever get reach
I'm just Tony da dage, the son of the beach

Last week I hear two fellow talk on the sand
About Stalin the big communist man
I really don't hear what they say in their speach
I guess he to is a son of the beach.

Now I don't thing he be fellow like me
Cause he don't live on the ocean on the shore by the sea
So I guess, Him and me be two different kinds of the son of the beach

Well, I'm just Tony da Dage, the son of the beach
I'm glad I not like Stalin the communist man
So when I die, and heaven I reach
They say, Hi Tony, come in you son of de beach!