(John D. Loudermilk)

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 breaking my heart.

I'm closing 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 taking home another cup of sand
Another couple of shelves
My diary and some kodak colored pictures of the one
Who's breaking my heart.

A dixie cup of sand and my broken heart
(My broken heart...)