Well, we get on our boards and we paddle out
And we're talking surfer talk 'cuz it's got lots of clout with the Long Beach chicks
Well we watched Ed Platt get a bitchin' ride
And then another numb surfer yelled OUTSIDE!
OUTSIDE!
Well, my ma she looks like a piece of leather
It's not her fault, it's because of the weather
She smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
And when she gets real mad she yells OUTSIDE!
OUTSIDE!
This is not a song about being true to your school
This is not a song about surfers rule
This is not a song about one less egg to fry
This is just a tune about OUTSIDE!