There's a radical swell headed in.
He doesn't own a leash just a longboard, single fin.
It's lookin' pretty gnarly out there but it doesn't bother him.
'Cause yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah he's gung ho with a grin.
Look over there he's on his surfboard again.
Deep in the barrel pitted for nine seconds, maybe ten.
His board washed over the reef now he's body surfin'.
His buds all went home and the sun is gettin' dim but the surf just got good so the joke is on them.
Up all night on his surfboard again.
There's one thing on his mind, droppin' in.
It makes his wife mad 'cause he promised he'd be back by ten.