Forget About Surfing (1975)

by Richard K. Carson and Dale M. Hytholt, Jr.

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I was waxin' up my surfboard till it shone just like my baby's bazongas,
Then I spivvied up my flivver till the sound effects it made were humongous.
I was cruisin' with the guys and went to pick up my chick;
I told 'em I'd be with 'em on the double-plus-quick,
But on the way my Sue got to thinkin' things she'd rather do.

Well, I got 'er in the woody so forget about the surfin' tonight;
(Come on baby, let's forget about surfing)
I'll park away off someplace where the moon above is shinin' bright.
(Let's forget about surfing tonight)
The nighttime dance, the ocean swell
(Wah-wah-oo)
And hangin' five can all go to hell;
(Wah-wah-oo-oo)
Let's do some mother earthin' and forget about surfin.'
(Doop doop doop doop dooba dooba dooba dooba dooba)

We're a-hootin' and a-holl'rin' but it isn't being done out of anguish;
We're just vocalizin' what we're sayin' to ourselves in body language.
Well, a board is just a phallic symbol anyway,
For sublimating on the ocean during the day;
I much prefer to swing in the evening with the real thing.

I'm gettin' into somethin' else so forget about the surfin' tonight;
(Come on baby, let's forget about surfing)
We'll be reelin' and a-rockin' with each other till the mornin' light.
(Let's forget about surfing tonight)
Well, I'd have to take more than my share of ludes
(Wah-wah-oo)
To want to spend a Friday night with some surfer dudes,
(Wah-wah-oo-oo)
So let's do some mother earthin' and forget about surfin.'
(Doop doop doop doop dooba dooba dooba dooba dooba)

(Repeat 1st chorus)

 

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