Love her stacks, when she does her radical re-entry
 I take her blatantly, hands grip her tanned girth
 We stare so vacantly out at the glassy surf
 Oceans, oceans of skin, stretched upon the sand
 Like foaming crusts they're wrapped around each other
 Seaweeds, seaweeds galore, hanging by the shore
 Surf & mull & sex that's all life's for...
 More and more, more total bulk and brilliant untold gag
 What a score, ten points me ol' and here's a shoulder bag.
 I never go to school, hardly need to work at all
 The world has got no rules, it's just a coloured ball...
 Surf and mull and sex and fun
 Surf and mull and sex and fun
 Surf and mull and sex and fun
 Surf and mull and sex and fun
 Surf and mull and sex and fun
 Surf and mull and sex and fun