Testo di Surf Combat

Staring at the lifeguards Hear mommy scream I ain't got no morals It's a bloody wayout dream The noon-day sun makes you want to kill Mining all beaches Flying hands and feet Poison in your Thermos Is no fun but discreet Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill Barbecuring babies Shish-kabob bikinis Napalm makes you vomit As it sizzles off your weenie Surf combat