© 2008 Mark Cote
1. in baggies and bushy blonde hair
waxing his board without a care
gets stoked when he sees the swell
bids the beach a fond farewell
(chorus) goofy foot surfin' like thunder
goofy foot comes from down under
goofy foot looks like you mother
2. surfin' backwards goin' fin first
ride so hard you think he will burst
catch a tip and walkin' the nose
lookin' silly wiggle his toes
(chorus)
3. might ride the rail or maybe the tail
you never know, but he'll never fail
surfs all day from the break of dawn
hits them all 'til the last wave is gone
(chorus)
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