She's really stricken by that bronze-skinned idol With his dubious smile and a promise of revival He strikes a pose A perfect note Hands her a rose And another quote from his Bible (Surf's down) Here's an artificial wave by the Astroturf (Surf's down) If the water's flat, he'll pay for surf (Surf's down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand (Surf's down) She plays beach blanket bingo with her plastic man He'll pay for surf She likes the feel of that lukewarm water And the guy seems concerned like a heavenly father Lends her a hand 'cause he's the man With the tanning bed tan And lambs to the slaughter It's a happy ever after little vignette He says "Baby, let's sail into the sunset" But you don't get far On a chlorine sea Now she's back home And he's history (just another reject) (Surf's down) Here's an artificial wave by the Astroturf (Surf's down) If the water was flat he paid for surf (Surf's down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand (Surf's down) She played beach blanket bingo with her plastic man Now she prays for surf She prays for surf Now she prays for surf