The Heads of Dead Surfers

A mid-life Adonis

A god-like forty year-old

Clear skin, clear head

Clear smile, dead style

Designer beach clothes

A little bit of a paunch

This beach-boy Achilles

A former leading light of radio

Drowned in suntan lotion

Makes a bold declaration

"We drove the Moors back into the sea and now we ride their waves"

And he muttered something about the positive vibes of the sea —

"I feel at one with the waves..."

He said, "Let's get a Big Mac, tune into happening sounds,-

Check out the chicks on the beach and chill out

Chill out

Chill out"

"We all crawled out of the sea"--and then he winked--"didn't we?"

"We drove the Moors back into the sea and now we ride their waves"

Bountiful in the cities

I am the fire in your lungs

I am the fire in your dead lungs

I am the fire in the airwaves

A & R man's dream!