She’s really stricken by that bronze-skinned idolwith his dubious smile and a promise of revivalHe strikes a posea perfect noteHands her a roseand another quote from his Bible(Surf’s down) Here’s an artificial wave by the Astroturf(Surf’s down) If the water’s flat, he’ll pay for surf(Surf’s down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand(Surf’s down) She plays beach blanket bingo with her plastic manHe’ll pay for surfShe likes the feel of that lukewarm waterand the guy seems concerned like a heavenly fatherLends her a hand’cause he’s the manWith the tanning bed tanand lambs to the slaughterIt’s a happy ever after little vignetteHe says « Baby, let’s sail into the sunset »But you don’t get faron a chlorine seaNow she’s back homeand he’s history (just another reject)(Surf’s down) Here’s an artificial wave by the Astroturf(Surf’s down) If the water was flat he paid for surf(Surf’s down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand(Surf’s down) She played beach blanket bingo with her plastic manNow she prays for surfShe prays for surfNow she prays for surf