I'm going surfing 'cuz I don't like your face
I'm bailing out because I hate the race
of rats that run round and round in the maze
I'm going surfin', I'm going surfin'
And when you're out of fuel
I'm still afloat
My buddies and their homies all come along
They seem invincible as they surf along
The sea is rollin' like a thousand pound keg
We're goin' surfin', we're goin' surfin'
You take your car to work
I'll take my board
And when you're out of fuel
I'm still afloat
{INTERLUDE}
All along the undertow
is strengthening its hold
I never thought it'd come to this
Now I can never go home
"Maybe it's just a coincidence
