The Heads Of Dead Surfers

A mid-life Adonis
A God-like forty year-old
Clear skin, clear head
Clear smile, dead style
Designer beach clothes
A little bit of a paunch

This beach-boy Achilles
A former leading light of radio
Drowned in suntan lotion
Makes a bold declaration

We drove the Moors back into the sea
And now we ride their waves

And he muttered something about the positive vibes of the sea
I feel at one with the waves

He said, Let’s get a Big Mac
Tune into happening sounds
Check out the chicks on the beach and chill out
Chill out
Chill out

We all crawled out of the sea
And then he winked, didn't we?
We drove the Moors back into the sea, and now we ride their waves

Bountiful in the cities
I am the fire in your lungs
I am the fire in your dead lungs
I am the fire in the airwaves

A & R man's dream!