A surf rock band from the land of plenty
Surf rock bells with no surf just pine trees
Struck by being ashamed of your old space
Just wanting that meet
You bleached your hair
And you pawned your skis
And then you sold out for the
Shade of the palm tree scene
And said, "Oh what a drag!"
Oh what a backwards scheme,
Cause here things go from grey
To grey and back to grey again
And they get green and go to grey
And back to grey again"
So he said," Head south!" [x12]
Struck by being ashamed of your old space
Just wanting that meet
You bleached your hair
And you pawned your skis
And then you sold out for the
Shape of the palm tree scene
Surrounded, cut off jeans
And cut off jeans are what you mean
When you say, "Head south!" [x12]
