Shrimp Shack

I put a towel in a bag
 With formaldehyde
 I put that shit up to my mouth
 And get really high
 Don't give a fuck about these people
 Following me down the street
 Everybody want a part of my life
 Can't you see?
 I'm surfin'
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 I'm fuckin' surfin'
 I'm surfin'
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 I gave your dog a little snack
 I met your mom down at the Shrimp Shack
 She asked me then, "Where you been?"
 I lied to her and told her I didn't know
 Took off my shirt and so did she
 We rolled in the dirt and got dirty
 I'm surfin'
 Surfin' with your mom
 Surfin' through life
 Give a shit about anything
 I'm in the dirt
 With your mom in the dirt, ah
 Surf, surf
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 Surfin'
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 Surfin' with your mom
 In the motherfuckin' dirt
 I don't give a shit
 If I get mud on my shirt
 I'm that guy, surfin' by
 On a fuckin' shrimp sandwich
 I got mud on my shirt
 But I don't care, bitch
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 Nice job