| Hey, Mom, if any of the guys from my baseball team
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| Ever call me on the phone
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| To ask me to play in an important game
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| Just say their captain ain’t at home
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| Tell 'em I’m surfin' (don't care about hitting home runs)
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| Tell 'em I’m surfin' (gonna have me some fun, fun, fun, now)
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| I’m trading in my bat and balls say I’ll see ‘em in the fall
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| I’m going surfin'
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| And if that pretty little girl from across the street
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| Who’s been botherin' me for days
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| To go swimmin' in her pool well her pool’s real cool
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| But it hasn’t got ten foot waves
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| Tell her I’m surfin' (she's a mighty, mighty cute girl)
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| Tell her I’m surfin' (but I’d rather be shooting the curl, now)
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| If she wants some company I’ll be out at Windandsea
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| I’m going surfin'
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| Last year I had a summer job and all day long I had to run around
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| But now I can afford a new surfboard
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| And all summer long I’m gonna bum around
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| So just pack me a lunch and I’ll be on my way
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| Oh, yeah there’s one more thing to do
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| If the mailman comes with a letter for me
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| Just forward it to Malibu
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| Where I’ll be surfin (just drop it in my '34 Ford)
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| Tell ‘em I’m surfin' (I'll read it while I’m waxin' my board)
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| I won’t be home for days, I’ll be ridin' the waves
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| I’m going surfin'
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| I’m goin' surfin'
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| I’m goin' surfin'
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| I’m goin' surfin' |