Surf's Up

Well, I love you baby
But you take second place
When the surf's running straight
And the sun's on my face
I don't give a monkey's
For sniffing glue
'Cause I get my kicks
From my Malibu
With my leash lashed to my leg
And my board well waxed
And my second-hand ambulance
M.O.T'd and Taxed
Ready to go where the surf runs big
Checking-out the waves
Is something I dig
.

I saw this girl
She looked like a peach
Lying nearly naked
On a towel
On the beach
She was wearing a bikini
You couldn't blow your nose on twice
She had a tan like chocolate
And eyes like ice
I said
"Play your cards right baby, and you can have me tonight
But the surf's up right now
So I'll see ya
Alright!

[Illustration by Frederick George Davis]