Had a treasure map that said
Park it over at the asylum
Took a gander over the fence
To an empty left hand kidney
Round and big with a perfect hip pearl
White smooth surface tile's
Grabbed our boards and we dropped in
We're carvin', we're grindin'
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Boards flew over the fence
Empty the pool and they will come
All of the greats from the past
Showed for one last session
We're carvin', we're grindin'
We're flyin', we're slidin'
Indie airs and fast plants
Here come all of the dogtowners
Make way for the badlanders
Boys from the South Bay of Orange County
Everyone blazed here comes to bulky
And jay strople salba blackheart
Malba Phillips pineapple gater
The worm six shooter Kiwi Waldo
To wally someone call me a cab