LIFE OF BRIAN

Last night I had the dream about a real cool man, 
he came along in his Little Deuce Coupe and took me by the hand. 
He said to me “don’t be a fool and come along with me 
to the prettiest girls that you will ever see!” Oh yeah!
 
I said “okay”, got into his car and we were cruising around, 
he turned on the radio, we were listening to The Beach Boys’ sound. 
The sun was burning on my skin when we stopped at the hamburger stand, 
I was having fun fun fun down in the sand
 
And then at the beach this man tried to teach 
me how to catch the waves and there were the coolest babes. 
He told me what to do and then I checked the clue, 
I rode the wild surf then, the girls all cheered and called my name, 
called my name, called me 1-2-3-4
 
Chorus
Surfer god, They called me surfer god, 
They called me surfer god OH YEAH YEAH YEAH
They called me surfer god, They called me surfer god, 
They called me surfer god OH YEAH YEAH YEAH
 
Later on sitting on the beach we were having a few beers, 
he told me he was Brian Wilson, I couldn’t believe my ears. 
He said I was a real good surfer and I could win a cup 
and all the girls would love me, but then I woke up. Oh no!!!

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