Scared Weird Little Guys Surfer Chick
Hi, we'd like to do a song about a girl we met on a
trip last summer.
-Yeah, an acid trip. So this is a bit of an outta
(outer) space surfin' song.
We blasted off for the Summer
In our brand new T-Bird rocketship
We juiced it up with a neutron pack
And headed off on our surfin' trip
Had our foot to the Boards through hyper-space
I set the computer for our favourite place
Now we're off without a care
Crack a six-pack and we're there
We went into orbit
Around the surfin' galaxy
We waxed our Boards with cosmic dust
Our space suits went from neck to knee
I started surfin' on the microwaves
When I saw a chick and I was amazed
She was the coolest surfer queen
Even though her skin was green
She was my 7 foot, 8 eyed, 4 breasted, beach chick
From outer space
I want to kiss and hold her tight
But her lips aren't on her face.
Somewhere up near Alpha Centuri
Is a place that she calls home
I ask her id she loves me and she says
Wowboeboebob (Dickhead)
The end of Summer came around at last
So we headed back to the Milky Way
I think she was crying when we said goodbye
But it's hard to tell 'cause she's got 8 eyes
I went to take her hand but she spontaneously combusted
'Cause you see she was made of anti-matter...
...and when matter and anti-matter come together in the
same area of space, as proved by physics many years
ago, generally things just go bang.
Yeah
She was the coolest surfer queen
The Universe has ever seen
Why?
- I dunno
'Cause she's my 7 foot, 8 eyed, 4 breasted, beach
chick/(slut)
A different species
She holds my hand when she goes to the can
She's got radioactive faeces
Somewhere up near Alpha Centuri
Is a place that she calls home
Someday I'll go back to that chick
'Cause it costs too much to talk on the phone
We'll live together in a plastic dome
And from her I'll never roam