Surf Song - Bag of Toys

Cruising to the beach in my piece of shit 
Got my surfboard jammed in and it barely fits 
The sun pouring down and it floods the dash 
Hula girls sways as I find my stash 

Thumping hands tap to the beat of the street 
The back sweating hard sticking to the seat 
Got the Sublime pumping on the stereo 
But my heads still thumping from the night before 

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way 

Well the window's rolled down and the peddle to the floor 
But the fog bank looms just a mile off of shore 
It's only 10 am and the beach is packed 
The girlies in thongs got my mind all sacked 

Well the new swell is here and it's starting to show 
Got the offshore winds and they're ready to blow 
Pull out the board, wax up the stick 
The duct-taped dings seem to do the trick 

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way 
It's a beautiful day (yeah) 
It's a beautiful day 

Paddle out and dish it up, pull it back again 
Rip it up and pull it up, feel like a friend 
Find another day, 
Complain another day, 
Cuz everything melts away in a wave 
Until you pour it out and pull it up, give it what you've got 
Jack it up and fill it up, take it to the next notch 
Take it all the way it's a beautiful day 
Take it all the way, Yeah, 
It's a beautiful day (yeah) 
It's a beautiful day 
Na, na, bla, bla, bla... 

Sprinting across the sand, burn off my feet 
Hit the surf running and don't miss a beat 
Take my place bobbing, out in the swell 
Turn and spin and paddle like hell 

Feel the wave grabbing and jump to my feet 
A bottom carve turn like I've never seen 
Six quick snaps and a floater inside 
kick out the back, a nice fucking ride 

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way 
It's a beautiful day (yeah) 
It's a beautiful day