Wipeout and you've got groove. 

It's going six by six, 

Sucking Satan’s [bad word]  

I know. 

Surf cement and you're all the rage - 

Got that skater swag. 

My social cage intact. 

Na. Na. Na. Na. Na. 

Wipeout and you've got the touch, 

We can wear vans, 

Converse are cut. 

They can't keep up with your surfer tag. 

You can't keep up with your own 

Façade. 

You can't. 

You Gotta. 

Ah Ah.