Hey, Mama If any other girl from the baseball team Ever call me On the phone to ask me to play an important game Just say their Captain ain't at home Tell 'em I'm surfin' Don't care about hittin' homeruns now Tell 'em I'm surfin' Wanna have me some fun, fun, fun now I'm tradin' in you know That ball sail sea and then the fall I'm goin' surfin' And if that pretty little girl From across the street Who's been botherin' me For days to go swimmin' in her pool Well, her pool's real cool But it hasn't got ten-foot waves Tell her I'm surfin' She's a mighty, mighty cute girl now Tell her I'm surfin' Well, I'd rather be shootin' the curl now If she was my company I'll be out at wind and sea I'm goin' surfin' Last year I had a summer job And all day long I had to run around But now I can afford A new surfboard and all summer long I'm gonna ball around So just pack me a lunch And I'll be on my way Oh, yeah There's one more thing to do If the mailman comes with a letter for me Just forward it to Malibu Where I'll be surfin' Just drop it in my '34 Ford now Tell him I'm surfin' I'll read it while I'm waxing my board now Tell him I'm surfin' I won't be home for days I'll be ridin' the waves I'm goin' surfin' I'm goin' surfin' Gonna throw my books away I'm goin' surfin' You're gonna surf twenty-four hours a day now I won't be home for days I'll be ridin' the waves I'm goin' surfin'...