Dislocated Surfer

He comes from Maine, surfboard in hand
An undeveloped body, an appealing tan
You’re not from Baja, you don’t play guitar
You got your wife a kid at the Gravity Bar
And still
He watches 90 210 every day
Keep tunin', boy, you ain’t no Dylan McKay
He walked in the bar and he made Tina cry
Just drank one beer and he acted all high
He’s the dislocated surfer
He’s coming to your town
The dislocated surfer
I hope that poser drowns
He’s the dislocated surfer
He’s coming to your town
The dislocated surfer
I hope that poser drowns
Life is a whore, and so are you
Go back to the street life and say hi to Lou
You wear shorts in the wintertime
You wanna rap, but you can’t even rhyme
He’s the dislocated surfer
He’s coming to your town
The dislocated surfer
I hope that poser drowns
Ooh! Ahh ahh! Ooh! Ahh ahh!
Say hi to Betty! Say hi to Betty!
Say hi to Betty! Say hi to Betty!
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh