Ah well it's early in the morning and it's time to make a start,
And I put my polished surfboard on the rack upon my car.
I head down to the surf side, where the waves are breakin' fine,
I'm gonna catch a mountain but I won't go down the mine.
You gotta walk the plank, ride the hook,
Corner left and right and keep it nice and tight.
And now the time is growing near you're movin' down the wall,
Now steady as she goes you've got your toes upon the nose.
And now you hangin' five, hangin' five,
Hangin' five toes, upon the Malibu.
And now you've hit the beach and you're feeling mighty fine,
You turn your board around for the second time.
You make it out the back the swells are coming fast,
The first ones are too small, and so you take the last.
You gotta walk the plank, ride the hook,
Corner left and right and keep it nice and tight.
And now the time is growing near you're movin' down the wall,
Now steady as she goes you've got your toes upon the nose.
And now you're hangin' five, hangin' five,
Hangin' five toes, upon the Malibu.
Let's stomp.
And when the day is over and all the surfers meet,
You go down to the surf club to dance and stomp the beat.
And when the night is through you hear the fellas say,
Don't forget tomorrow you got another day.
You gotta walk the plank, ride the hook,
Corner left and right and keep it nice and tight.
And now the time is growing near, you're movin' down the wall,
Now steady as she goes you've got your toes upon the nose.
And now you're hangin' five, hangin' five,
Hangin' five toes, upon the Malibu.
Upon the Malibu.
Hangin' five
Hangin' five
You know you gotta walk the plank, Frank.
Get your toes right up on that nose, Surfer Joe.
Hangin Five
Hangin Five
Hangin Five
And don't forget, Frank.
Watch that bushy, bushy blonde hairdo.