4 acessos
Surf, surf, surf
Well her parents said
She's got to go away
Sending her to a school far away
Right smack dab
In the middle of the USA
To keep her away
From the surfin' coastline thing
Well they did not like the crowd
She was hangin' with all those surfers are no good
Oh c'mon honey
That's just a myth
Just because we're lying in the sun all day
And nighttime dream of riding the perfect wave
It's ok that she's gone away
The tide will bring her back one day
And we can ride like we did before
May, June, July, August, September
Well she's all alone
And she's sitting in the library
And she's learning about computers
And she's dreaming of the sea (and me)
She types "www.skunk.com"
And now we're surfin' together
Every single day