The policemen are looking for you While you're surfing at Malibu They want to send you back to the joint You're trimming on the tip at epic 1st Point High and tight on the ol' 10'4" Back at home the cops are kicking down your door While you eat wheat bread and an avocado They're rifling through your wallet in your Eldorado Fugitive surfer on the run Fugitive surfer summer fun Makin' the most of a bitchen summer When they catch up to you it's gonna be a bummer Cruisin with some hippies in an old Land Rover The man can't wait