The Surfmen - Surf Punks

Here come the surfmen

Pouring out of vans

Walking on the water

Seaweed in their hands

No one escapes them

Dropping in and out

Clogging up the sea lanes

That’s what it’s all about

Here come the surfmen

Bottle blondes, perfect bods

Our chix are hot, no doubt

Their straps they keep so tight — alright

So they won’t fall out

Waxing up their big stix

To explore green room

Us boys be mooey macho

Sometimes fall down go boom

Here come the surfmen

The surfmen, ride like nobody can

January February

When there is no sun

Meet us at the tanning center

We have tons o' fun

Hanging ten off the lip

Sand between our toes

Even though we’re not real brite

We strive to walk the nose

Here come the surfmen

The surfmen, ride like nobody can