I'm taking home a dixie cup of sand
A couple of sea shelves, my diary and
Some kodak colored pictures of the one
Who's breakin' my heart

And I'm closin' up my suitcase for the summer
I'll take this year's souvenirs and start
With my dixie cup of sand, a couple of sea shelves
And my broken heart

Why must it always turn out like this
I've got plenty sand and I've got plenty shelves
But I don't have anyone to hug and kiss
Hug and kiss

So I'm takin' home another cup of sand
Another couple shelves, my diary and
Some more colored pictures of the one
Who keeps breakin' my heart
A dixie cup of sand and my broken heart