She's really stricken by that bronze-skinned idol with his dubious smile and a promise of revival,
He strikes a pose, a perfect note,
Hands her a rose and another quote from the Bible.
(Surf's down) Here's an artificial wave by the Astroturf,
(Surf's down) If the water's flat, he'll pay for surf,
(Surf's down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand,
(Surf's down) She plays beach blanket bingo with her plastic man,
He'll pay for surf.
Ooh, ooh,
She likes the feel of that lukewarm water and the guy seems concerned like a heavenly father,
Lends her a hand 'cause he's the man with the tanning bed tan and the lambs to the slaughter.
(Surf's down) Here's an artificial wave by the Astroturf,
(Surf's down) If the water's flat, he'll pay for surf,
(Surf's down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand,
(Surf's down) She plays beach blanket bingo with the plastic man,
He pays for surf,
He pays for surf,
He pays for surf.
It's a happy ever after little vignette,
He says, "Baby, let's sail into the sunset"
But you don't get far on this chlorine sea,
Now she's back home and he's history, (just another reject)
(Surf's down) Here's an artificial wave by the Astroturf,
(Surf's down) When the water was flat he paid for surf,
(Surf's down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand,
(Surf's down) She played beach blanket bingo with her plastic man,
She prays for surf,
Now she prays for surf,
Now she prays for surf,
She prays for surf.
