Big blond Max, waxy twin fin squeezed between her knees Love her stacks, when she does her radical re-entry I take her blatantly, hands grip her tanned girth We stare so vacantly out at the glassy surf Oceans, oceans of skin, stretched upon the sand Like foaming crusts they're wrapped around each other Seaweeds, seaweeds galore, hanging by the shore Surf & mull & sex that's all life's for... More and more, more total bulk and brilliant untold gag What a score, ten points me ol' and here's a shoulder bag. I never go to school, hardly need to work at all The world has got no rules, it's just a coloured ball... Surf and mull and sex and fun Surf and mull and sex and fun Surf and mull and sex and fun Surf and mull and sex and fun Surf and mull and sex and fun Surf and mull and sex and fun