Hey, Mom, if any of the guys from my baseball team Ever call me on the phone To ask me to play in an important game Just say their captain ain't at home Tell 'em I'm surfin' (don't care about hitting home runs) Tell 'em I'm surfin' (gonna have me some fun, fun, fun, now) I'm trading in my bat and balls say I'll see ‘em in the fall I'm going 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) Tell her I'm surfin' (but I'd rather be shooting the curl, now)
If she wants some company I'll be out at Windandsea I'm going 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 bum 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) Tell ‘em I'm surfin' (I'll read it while I'm waxin' my board) I won't be home for days, I'll be ridin' the waves, I'm going surfin' I'm goin' surfin' I'm goin' surfin' I'm goin' surfin'