From "Down the Wrong Pipe"
She's a little dumb
Kind of dim
Just a little slow
She ain't much of a looker
Much of a looker, oh no
But the way she hangs ten, it's freaking sweet
In the backside tube when she's throwing heat
She's my slow-talking goofy footed
Ugly little surfin savant
Surf surf surf surf surfin savant
Surfin savant, yeah, surf surfin savant
Surfin savant, surfin savant
Surfin savant, surfin savant
She's all that I want
All that I want
All in the world that I want
She's my surf
Surf surfin savant
No one has a seat they can spare
When she's around
And all the beach bunnies
Laugh at her and put her down
But she can carve waves like a birthday cake
And she can shred those swells at the zero break
She's my slow-talking goofy footed
Ugly little surfin savant
Surf surf surf surf surfin savant
Surfin savant, yeah, surf surfin savant
Surfin savant, surfin savant
Surfin savant, surfin savant
She's all that I want
All that I want
All in the world that I want
She's my surf
Surf surfin savant
Surf surfin savant, surfin savant
Surf surfin savant, surfin savant
Surf surfin savant, surfin savant
Surf surfin savant
Copyright 2005 Zach London
