Shrimp Shack

I put a towel in a bag With formaldehyde I put that shit up to my mouth And get really high Don't give a fuck about these people Following me down the street Everybody want a part of my life Can't you see? I'm surfin' I'm fuckin' surfin' I'm surfin' I gave your dog a little snack I met your mom down at the Shrimp Shack She asked me then, "Where you been?" I lied to her and told her I didn't know Took off my shirt and so did she We rolled in the dirt and got dirty I'm surfin' Surfin' with your mom Surfin' through life Give a shit about anything I'm in the dirt With your mom in the dirt, ah Surf, surf Surfin' Surfin' with your mom In the motherfuckin' dirt I don't give a shit If I get mud on my shirt I'm that guy, surfin' by On a fuckin' shrimp sandwich I got mud on my shirt But I don't care, bitch Drums Nice job