Here come the surfmen Pouring out of vans Walking on the water Seaweed in their hands No one escapes them Dropping in and out Clogging up the sea lanes That's what it's all about Here come the surfmen Bottle blondes, perfect bods Our chix are hot, no doubt Their straps they keep so tight - alright So they won't fall out Waxing up their big stix To explore green room Us boys be mooey macho Sometimes fall down go boom Here come the surfmen The surfmen, ride like nobody can January February When there is no sun Meet us at the tanning center We have tons o' fun Hanging ten off the lip Sand between our toes Even though we're not real brite We strive to walk the nose Here come the surfmen The surfmen, ride like nobody can