Sea is foaming like a bottle of beer.
The Wave is coming but I ain’t got no fear.
I’m waxing down so that I’ll go real fast.
I’m waxing down because it’s really a blast.
I’m going surfing ’cause I don’t like the pace.
I’m in and out because I hate the race.
The rats are running round and ’round in a maze
I’m goin’ surfin, goin’ surfin’
You take your car to work.
I’ll take my board.
And when you’re out of fuel.
I’m still afloat.
My buddies and the money’s all come along.
They seem invincable, it takes ’em along.
The sea is running like an outa bound catch.
We’re goin’ surfin’, we’re goin’ surfin’!
You take your car to work.
I’ll take my board.
And when you’re out of fuel.
I’m still afloat.
You take your car to work.
I’ll take my board.
And when you’re out of fuel.
I’m still afloat.
All along the undertow is strengthening its hold.
I never thought it’d come to this, now I can never go home.
All along the undertow is strengthening its hold.
I never thought it’d come to this, now I can never [go home/grow old].
{High pitched} You take your car to work, I’ll take my board.
And when you’re out of fuel, I’m still afloat.
{In background: All along the undertow is strengthening its hold.
I never thought it’d come to this, now I can never go home!}
You take your car to work, I’ll take my board.
And when you’re out of fuel, I’m still afloat.
You take your car to work.
I’ll take my board.