I've got the snowboard under my feet
I can fly so high, I can fall so deep
But who do I [bad word]  up the track
little green man with the snowboard on his back

He said: and now I'm flying like an angel to the sun
My feet are burning and I grab into another world

With the lord of the boards [bad word] and get around
With the lord of the boards, go mad like a clown

I can stay behind him if I can
I wanna be a little more than an also-ran
Through every curve he's got me beat
And maybe it's time that I accept defeat

And now I'm flying like an angel to the sun
My feet are burning and I grab into another world

With the lord of the boards [bad word] and get around
With the lord of the boards, go mad like a clown