Lyrics:

Big, blond Max, a waxy Twin Fin squeezed between her knees
Love her stacks, when she does her radical re-entry
I take her blatantly, hands grip her tanned girth
We stare so vacantly out at the glassy surf

Oceans, oceans of skin
Stretched upon the sand
Like foaming crusts they're wrapped around each other
Seaweeds galore
Hangin' by the shore
Surf and mull and sex, that's all life's for

More and more, more total bulk and brilliant untold gag
What a score, ten points me ol' and here's a shoulder bag
I never go to school, hardly need to work at all
The world has got no rules, it's just a coloured ball
It's just a coloured ball

Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Ooh-ooh-ooh


It's just a coloured ball
It's just a coloured ball

Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Ooh-ooh-ooh

Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fu-un
Surf and mull and sex and fun
Surf and mull and sex and fun