Surf Song – Bag Of Toys – letras

Surf SongCruising to the beach in my piece of shitGot my surfboard jammed in and it barely fitsThe sun pouring down and it floods the dashHula girls sways as I find my stashThumping hands tap to the beat of the streetThe back sweating hard sticking to the seatGot the Sublime pumping on the stereoBut my heads still thumping from the night beforeBut that’s Okay, That’s okay another day on it’s wayWell the window’s rolled down and the peddle to the floorBut the fog bank looms just a mile off of shoreIt’s only 10 am and the beach is packedThe girlies in thongs got my mind all sackedWell the new swell is here and it’s starting to showGot the offshore winds and they’re ready to blowPull out the board, wax up the stickThe duct-taped dings seem to do the trickBut that’s Okay, That’s okay another day on it’s wayIt’s a beautiful day (yeah)It’s a beautiful dayPaddle out and dish it up, pull it back againRip it up and pull it up, feel like a friendFind another day,Complain another day,Cuz everything melts away in a waveUntil you pour it out and pull it up, give it what you’ve gotJack it up and fill it up, take it to the next notchTake it all the way it’s a beautiful dayTake it all the way, Yeah,It’s a beautiful day (yeah)It’s a beautiful dayNa, na, bla, bla, bla…Sprinting across the sand, burn off my feetHit the surf running and don’t miss a beatTake my place bobbing, out in the swellTurn and spin and paddle like hellFeel the wave grabbing and jump to my feetA bottom carve turn like I’ve never seenSix quick snaps and a floater insidekick out the back, a nice fucking rideBut that’s Okay, That’s okay another day on it’s wayIt’s a beautiful day (yeah)It’s a beautiful day