Los Capitanes - Surfin’ Act lyrics

Without feigning fickle knowledge We don't go to music college With a sound ska education and ska sound worth a mention We're the worm in your tequila We're like Santa only real-er With a big red sack, chock full cool tunes People in our town, they know who we are: Los cap ska LOS CAP SKA! Los cap ska LOS CAP SKA! So subliminal it's criminal I wanna see the women all wave your hands in the air Byron doesn't matter to me Surf's up in the ACT Bondi don't matter to me Surf's up in the ACT I've a hotter disposition than a Swedish s** position And a 40-ounce to freedom but no pills cause we don't need em We're the cheeky little rascals We deliver like ska parcels When we rock (rock) this (this) house like the stones People in our town, they know who we are: Los cap ska LOS CAP SKA! Los cap ska LOS CAP SKA! So subliminal it's criminal I wanna see the women all wave your hands in the air Bells Beach doesn't matter to me Surf's up in the ACT Broulee doesn't matter to me Surf's up in the ACT When people come to see us They just can't hide it They're like Big Kev except twice as excited We're 4th wave, but we're not tidal We're Australian but we're not f**ing idle With a hotter bra** section than a lingerie store And a marketable look they call 'boy next door' We're something you get high on Like cupcakes from Byron Ain't no shoulder to cry on We're the white boys from Zion Bronte don't mean nothing to me Surf's up in the ACT Coogee don't mean nothing to me Surf's up in the ACT