| Well it’s early in the morning and it’s time to make a start,
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| And I put my poly surfboard on the rack upon my car.
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| I head down to the surfside, where the waves fine,
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| I’m gonna catch a mountain but I won’t go down the mine.
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| Ya gotta walk the plank, ride the hook,
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| Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight.
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| An' now the time is growing near, you’re movin' down the wall, now steady as
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| she goes you got your toes upon the nose.
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| And now you’re hangin' five, hangin' five,
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| Hangin' five toes …
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| upon the malibu.
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| And now you’ve hit the beach and your feelin' mighty fine.
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| You turn your board around for the second time.
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| You make it out the back, the swells are comin' fast.
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| The first ones are too small, and so you take the last.
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| Ya gotta walk the plank, ride the hook,
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| Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight.
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| An' now the time is growing near, you’re movin' down the wall, now steady as
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| she goes, you got your toes upon the nose.
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| And now you’re hangin' five, hangin' five,
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| Hangin' five toes …
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| upon the malibu.
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| LET'
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| S STOMP! |
| (musical interlude) And when the day is over, and all the surfers meet,
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| You go down to the surf club to dance and stomp the beat.
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| And when the night is through you hear the fellas say,
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| Don’t forget tomorrow, you got another day."Ya gotta walk the plank,
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| ride the hook,
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| Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight.
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| An' now the time is growing near, you’re movin' down the wall,
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| Now steady as she goes you got your toes upon the nose.
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| And now you’re hangin' five, hangin' five,
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| Hangin' five toes …
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| upon the malibu, upon the malibu. |
| (You know you gotta walk the plank, Frank.
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| ) (Get your toes right up on that nose, Surfer Joe.) (And don’t forget, Frank.
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| Watch that bushy, bushy blonde hairdo.) |