| 6: Surf Wax America |
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| The sea is foamin' like a bottle of beer The wave is comin' but I ain't got no fear I'm waxin' down so that I'll go real fast I'm waxin' down because it's really a blast I'm goin' surfin' cuz I don't like your face I'm ballin' out because I hate the race of Ratts that run Round and Round in the maze I'm goin surfin', I'm goin' surfin'! You take your car to work I'll take my board and when you run out of fuel I'm still afloat My buddies and their honies all come along They seem invincible as they surf along The sea is rollin' like a thousand pound keg We're goin surfin', we're goin surfin'! All along the undertow is strengthening its hold I never thought it'd come to this Now I can never go home |