I was running on the beach
When I found on my way
The real surfer beach boy
Walking along the bay.
I was a little surfer girl
Nearly three or maybe four
Dennis Wilson spirit I saw
Like I never did before.
Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in ghost?
I don’t care about death
I asked him to be my host.
I needed a picture of that moment
So suddenly appeared in a torrent
As gorgeous as Dennis Wilson was
A blond and young Dean Torrence.
After the flash of the camera,
They all disappeared in the air
I wished they could stayed more
But hold them here wouldn’t be fair.
As soon as Dennis Wilson left
The sky became gray - but I knew
Even when everything turns black
Pacific Ocean will always be blue.