歌词
Staring at the lifeguards
Hear mommy scream
I ain't got no morals
It's a bloody wayout dream
The mid-day sun makes you want to kill
[Instrumental]
Mining all beaches
On your hands and feet
Playing with the morals
Is no fun but discreet
Muscle Beach is now Pork Chop Hill
[Instrumental]
All I see, bikinis
And they gon' make you vomit
As it sizzles off your weenie
Surf combat
Written by: Gonzalez
