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Not a poet not even close Surfin' New Jersey The one I know isn't here They look at me funny He-he-he Mmmmm Get in with our suits zipped up Bobbin a while I try but I don't catch much Driving home on the turnpike Mmmmm Shirtless in a silver sedan Air rollin' in Angry rock & roll slips out Into the Pine Barrens Falling asleep in the sun Bow to the green Burnin' thru the black of our shades Makin' toast of our dreams Bearing the image of Christ Mmmmm From Letras Mania