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Surf Cheese

Biceps flex between his ears
Penis car, all five gears
Makin’ up in cubic inches
What he lacks in pubic inches
Never gets him any chicks
Wax job, blow job, just don’t mix
Momma says “be home by six!”
But SURF’S UP! Cheese man

Love your hair, hope you win
What’s that mark upon your skin?
Sunstroke, coma, melanoma
BURN IT! Cheese man

SURF’S UP! –feel the burn
SURF’S UP! –don’t cha miss the ozone?

Protein shake, beef cake
Muscles aren’t the man you make
Hangin’ ten, GREAT WHITE!, then
Never heard from him again!
Hey Cheese man, what’s happenin’?
Can you still count to ten?
‘cause SURF’S UP!

Cheese man’s got the greatest board
Uses it to try and score
Still a virgin on the rack
Never has been on his back
But SURF’S UP!

Heading home, all alone
Needs a jump, got no pump
Momma’s waiting for her car
“It’s bingo Tuesday at the bar!”
come on, Cheese man, show some spunk
just stuff your momma in the trunk!
‘cause SURF’S UP!

Words: sawatzky
Music: sawatzky
1999 sawatzky
SOCAN

(c) sawatzky/SOCAN

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