Lyrics
Well it’s early in the morning and it’s time to make a start,
And I put my poly surfboard on the rack upon my car.
I head down to the surfside, where the waves fine,
I’m gonna catch a mountain but I won’t go down the mine.
Ya gotta walk the plank, ride the hook,
Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight.
An' now the time is growing near, you’re movin' down the wall, now steady as
she goes you got your toes upon the nose.
And now you’re hangin' five, hangin' five,
Hangin' five toes …
upon the malibu.
And now you’ve hit the beach and your feelin' mighty fine.
You turn your board around for the second time.
You make it out the back, the swells are comin' fast.
The first ones are too small, and so you take the last.
Ya gotta walk the plank, ride the hook,
Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight.
An' now the time is growing near, you’re movin' down the wall, now steady as
she goes, you got your toes upon the nose.
And now you’re hangin' five, hangin' five,
Hangin' five toes …
upon the malibu.
LET'
S STOMP! (musical interlude) And when the day is over, and all the surfers meet,
You go down to the surf club to dance and stomp the beat.
And when the night is through you hear the fellas say,
Don’t forget tomorrow, you got another day."Ya gotta walk the plank,
ride the hook,
Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight.
An' now the time is growing near, you’re movin' down the wall,
Now steady as she goes you got your toes upon the nose.
And now you’re hangin' five, hangin' five,
Hangin' five toes …
upon the malibu, upon the malibu. (You know you gotta walk the plank, Frank.
) (Get your toes right up on that nose, Surfer Joe.) (And don’t forget, Frank.
Watch that bushy, bushy blonde hairdo.)