Surf Wax America

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 'cause it's really a blast.
I'm going surfing 'cause I don't like your face.
I'm bailing out b'cause I hate the race.
Of rats that run 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 their honies all come along.
They seem invincable, it takes 'em along.
The sea is rolling like a thousand pound keg.
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].

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!}
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.

You take your car, I'll take my board.
You take your car, I'll take my board.
Lets Go!