Cannibal Surf Babe

Let’s meet up
And get beat up
Well, she tied me to the headboard with a surf leash
And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend
And I really tried my best to get across to her
But nothing she would say could be defended
Well, her birthday suit it was her only present
When I looked into her eyes — no history
And I told her eating people wasn’t pleasant
But she laughed a snake-eye laugh and walked away from me
And I watched her as she walked across the coals
I watched her as she walked across the coals
She was singing:
I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird
And I’m your nightmare surfer babe
Mister Wilson, where’s your sandbox and your beard?
Are you still looking for the perfect microwave?
So I really tried my best to get across to her
I said, «One day every pebble hits the beach»
And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend
But she was too far out there to be reached
She was singing:
I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird
Mister Wilson, I’m your nightmare surfer babe
Mister Wilson, where’s your sandbox and your beard?
Are you still looking for the perfect microwave?
And the sun came up over the mountain
And the waves rolled in from across the bay
And the fabulous brightly coloured birds flew up out of the forest
And she said, «Well! We’re all just heaven’s beautiful children together in
Paradise
«Lie down, my dear, you’re going to enjoy this.»
She looked like she’d had sex
With a tyrannosaurus rex
She was singing:
I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird
Mister Wilson, I’m your nightmare surfer babe
Mister Wilson, where’s your sandbox and your beard?
Are you still looking for the perfect microwave?
I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird
Mister Wilson, I’m your nightmare surfer babe, old man
Mister Wilson, where’s your sandbox and your beard?
Are you still looking for the perfect microwave?
And I watched her as she walked across the coals
And I watched her as she walked across the coals