Original Lyrics by Peter B.
All song lyrics are original and copyrighted by Peter B, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Contact Peter B. for permission.
Imagine the music coming to you.
Music and lyrics have been coming to me since I was 7 years old. Although I'm legally deaf, I still hear music, it's just a normal thing.
There's been maybe 7 minutes in my entire life where there wasn't any music: when I was battling a fierce storm on Lake Pleasant (go figure) in upstate New York (fun times! I was given up for dead by drowning) and a few times while rock climbing when my life was suddenly on the line.
Enjoy!
Surf Patrol!
Hips & hair swaying to endless fast music
Dudettes — oops! — girls are cruisin' for the boys
Stuffed neon bikini spiked heel blonde–
Miss OP– the official Surf Patrol toy
Surf Patrol!
Scarred by a shark from West Covina leashless
Jammin' two-fisted one-eyed grin scopes the scene
Shouts to the capitalist ragers of the eighties
Dudes better turn in the wood and fins!
Surf Patrol! You're dreams are dying!
Surf Patrol! Give up trying!
Step aside and let me ride
the endless perfect waves!
Don't bother phonin' the bimmer suckin' policemen
This place is covered to the skies with blue fleas
Gashin'your pysche to slake their thirsty little tongues
Better step away cuz I'm feelin' mean
Don't foul up my wave dude, don't even the score
You're behind points and I'm not talkin' about the Dow
Reppin' the rape of my sand y wet existence
You're askin' for a fin, and dude I know how!
Surf Patrol! You're dreams are dying!
Surf Patrol! Give up trying!
Step aside and let me ride
the endless perfect waves!