Far be it for me to say 
 That we've drifted a long, long way,
 So it's got a bit cynical and a little bit sinister.
 
 I just feel like a surfer, baby.
 
 You've said some lucky things
 And you know what bad luck brings,
 So don't you dare forget your black cat
 And your cigarettes and
 
 I just feel like a surfer, baby.