Oh, Surf! Or die! Surf! Or die! Surf! Or die! You've got to surf! Or diiieee! We were born in the year of our lord With nothing on our backs but our funky surf boards Miles at sea - that's where you'll find us Hundred foot waves, not far behind us Sharks on my right, sharks on my left One false move, we knew it was death Thats when we heard a terrifying cry "Hug wood, homeboy - you better surf or die!" Surf! Or die! Surf! Or die! Radical! You've got to surf! Or die! Homeboy! Surf or die! Surf or die! We surfed as Magellan; we surfed as Columbus We surf around the world, and we don't need a compass We have no beginning We have no end If you're reincarnated, you'll surf with us again! Surf! Forget the other shit The other shit's bunk! We want the beach town surf We walk on the beach, in the sand With our boards in our hand And If you don't know by now Then you'll never understand! Surf! Surf! R-r-radical! Surf! Radical! Surf or die! Or die! Or die! Now on the beach, Californ-I-A Where another surfers born every single day Zuma Jay board, the one I use to surf We put on our wheels when we're rollin' on the dirt We roll through the streets, we roll through the valleys We roll through the hills, and we roll through the alleys Once on water, now on land If it can be ridden than the funky surfers can! Surf! Surf! Or die! Radical! Surf! Homeboy! Or die! You've got to surf! Or die! Or die! Surf! Or die! Radical! Surf! Or die! Radical! Surf! Or die! Radical! You've got to surf! Or die! Or die! Surf! Or die! Surf or die! Radical!