The weak spot on a beachball is the valve

If you don't count the smell

Or the fact that

The harder you hit it

The slower it seems to go

'Til the wind blows

And takes it away

To the side of the bay

Where the guard at the gate

Has a gun and a phone

And a radio

You say the world isn't fair

You say you don't care

You say it was cheap

And you tell me

The damn thing never did hold air

Hold air

As we watch it float toward

The boats over there

Where the guard at the gate

Has a gun and a phone

And a radio

The weak spot on a beachball is the valve

If you don't count the smell

Or the fact that

The harder you hit it

The slower it seems to go

Till the wind blows

And takes it away

To the side of the bay

Where the guard at the gate

Has a gun and a phone

And a radio