Driving to the beach.
Gonna check out the waves.
Waxin' up my board for the pipeline craze.
I'm dreamin' that I'm riding to the top of the crest.
And a six pack of Milwaukee's best.
I finish my ride and paddle back out.
Turn round-raise without a wipe out.
And that's how it goes.
Surfin' you know.
Party my life away.
Let's hit the beach – surf's up.
Suck down some brews – surf's up.
Shoot through the pier – surf's up.
Hanging ten, walk the boards, shoot through the pipe.
Surfing everyday – everyday of my life.
Got nothing to do and nowhere to go.
Don't see a future.
Don't even know.
And that's how it goes.
Surfin' you know.
Party my life away.
Let's hit the beach – surf's up.
Suck down some brews – surf's up.
Shoot through the pier – surf's up.
