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Surf Combat
Lyrics
Staring at the lifeguards hear mommy scream
I ain't got no morals
It's a bloody wayout dream
The mid day sun makes you want to kill
Mining all beaches on your hands and feet
Playing with the morals
Is no fun but discreet
Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill
All I see, bikinis
And they gon' make you vomit
As it sizzles off your weenie surf combat
Writer(s): James Van Heusen, Jimmy Van Heusen, Johnny Mercer
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Unison Rights S.L., Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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