Surfin’ the Slope
Vs.1
I moved in as a junkyard dog, all frightened of the tide,
With men in gray suits circling me and no land in sight.
The drop was a little bit rough, you see, my balance all askew.
How do I stand up straight on this thing? I don’t have a clue.
Chorus
But you and me, you and me and
You and me, we can be free.
Vs.2
I’m back up on the deck now, man, and I’m standing tall.
I’m showing up the hodads who hoped to see me fall.
Eyes locked on the shoreline, pull a 180 spin.
I’m surfin’ the slope now, yeah I’m locked in.
© 2014 Bryan Nebel
Vs.1
I moved in as a junkyard dog, all frightened of the tide,
With men in gray suits circling me and no land in sight.
The drop was a little bit rough, you see, my balance all askew.
How do I stand up straight on this thing? I don’t have a clue.
Chorus
But you and me, you and me and
You and me, we can be free.
Vs.2
I’m back up on the deck now, man, and I’m standing tall.
I’m showing up the hodads who hoped to see me fall.
Eyes locked on the shoreline, pull a 180 spin.
I’m surfin’ the slope now, yeah I’m locked in.
© 2014 Bryan Nebel