Tytuł: Cannibal surf babe

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   [Let's meet up and get beat up]
  Well she tied me to the headboard with a surf leash
  And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend
  And I really tried my best to get across to her
  But nothing she would say could be defended
  
  Well her birthday suit it was her only present
  When I looked into her eyes - no history
  And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant
  But she laughed a snake eye laugh and walked away from me
  
  And I watched her as she walked across the coals
  I watched her as she walked across the coals
  
  Singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird
  And I'm your nightmare surfer babe
  Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard
  'You still looking for the perfect microwave?
  
  So I really did my best to get across to her
  I said: "One day every pebble hits the beach"
  And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend
  But she was too far out there to be reached
  To be reached
  She was too far out there
  
  She was singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird
  I'm your nightmare surfer babe
  Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard
  'You still looking for the perfect microwave?
  
  And the sun came up over the mountain
  And the waves rolled in across the bay
  And the fabulous brightly-coloured birds flew up out of the forest
  And she said "Well we're all heaven's beautiful children living together in paradise
  Lie down my dear... you're going to enjoy this"
  
  And she looked like she'd had sex
  With a Tyrannosaurus Rex
  
  Singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird, old man
  I'm your nightmare surfer babe
  Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard
  'You still looking for that perfect microwave?
  Perfect microwave
  
  And I watched her as she walked across the coals...