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