Lyrics Tipuki Thunder - G.B.H.

Tipuki Thunder

He lives his life down on the beach
His grilfriend’s got the skin of a peach
He likes a good time and he knows how to get it
Rolls his own, you’ve gotta give him credit
As the waves come crashing to the shore
Tipuki Thunder give me more, more, more
Don’t need booze or no whore
Tipuki Thunder give me more, more, more
Tipuki Thunder, maui waui lightning
His pockets bulge with wonders from all over the world
And he’s a real big bro' to all the boys and girls
Holds his own but does tend to drawl
He’s got a photo of us going over the Niagra Falls
He’s a nice guy but don’t mess with him
He’s a nice guy but don’t mess with him
He call us the 'jeebers' and takes us to gigs
'cus back in the States you know, we’re pretty big
But I had to be down, I could not compete
With air in my head and lead in my feet
When he came to London the saw
A midnight flit to find another bed
But back home on the beach he can do no harm
With his video collection and Charlie farm
He’s a nice guy but don’t mess with him
Or you’ll end up with a pair of concerete boots