| I moved from New York, with my boogie board
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| And bought a big house on the ocean
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| Stopped eating meat, I took the shoes off my feet
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| Just because I took the notion
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| My hair gave in so my beard came out
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| Caused quite a facial commotion
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| It grew past my lips and then it covered my mouth
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| So no one could read my emotions
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| Malibu Man, Isn’t life grand
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| He’s got the world in his hands, Malibu Man
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| Sometimes I get up but I’m feeling down
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| I don’t have a sister or brother
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| No family, no wife but I’m still living the life
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| Just step from one stone to the other
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| I’m a myth of man; |
| I ride the waves when I can
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| I make the music so people will buy it
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| I take pride in my ways, and my colossal paydays
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| I’m just an old-fashion retailers' riot
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| Malibu Man, Isn’t life grand
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| He’s got the world in his hands, Malibu Man
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| Give it up… |