Surfs Up as*h*le lyrics

I don't give a sh*t where you are from
The valley some desert or kingdom come
You read it in some surf magazine
So you all wind up in hb

First things first where do i start
A sweet v-dub bus might be smart
You read it in some surf fagazine
So you all end up in hb

Surfs up as*h*le x3
Men in tight suits
Surfs up as*h*le x3
Sure look cute

The wax, the chicks
Ive seen blue crush
Gonna f*ck that little b*tch in the back of my bus

Its nice to have someone think for me
Thats why I now live in hb

A tattoo a goatee a wallet chain
Every single as*h*le looks the same
A robot producing factory
And it all points down to hb
Surfs up as*h*le x3
Every single b*tch
Surfs up as*h*le x3
Big big tits

What a drag there in the break
It smells familiar and its smeared on my face
What do i do
I had to think
Is that the f*cking sh*t that i took last week

I swam ashore
I could not breath
f*ck i stepped on a needle and got hiv
While the lifeguard tanned
And shaved his legs the brown breaks of huntington beach

Surfs up as*h*le x3
Hey whats up bro (spoken in true to life surfbonics)
Surfs up as*h*le x3

The seas are polluted with medical waste
And on the fourth of july i got sprayed with mace

But i got a bro deal on a stick you see
Thats the way it goes in hb
Thats the way it goes as*h*le