Shrimp Shack

I put a towel in a bag

With formaldehyde

I put that shit up to my mouth

And get really high

Don't give a fuck about these people

Following me down the street

Everybody want a part of my life

Can't you see?

I'm surfin'

I'm fuckin' surfin'

I'm surfin'

I gave your dog a little snack

I met your mom down at the Shrimp Shack

She asked me then, "Where you been?"

I lied to her and told her I didn't know

Took off my shirt and so did she

We rolled in the dirt and got dirty

I'm surfin'

Surfin' with your mom

Surfin' through life

Give a shit about anything

I'm in the dirt

With your mom in the dirt, ah

Surf, surf

Surfin'

Surfin' with your mom

In the motherfuckin' dirt

I don't give a shit

If I get mud on my shirt

I'm that guy, surfin' by

On a fuckin' shrimp sandwich

I got mud on my shirt

But I don't care, bitch

Drums

Nice job