Indoor Playground - Stuck on a Surf Board

How did I get here
I haven't a clue
I was learning how to surf
And now I'm stuck out in the blue
Clinging desperately to my board
But I'm starting to lose my grip
When I get home I'm calling my travel agent and
Something just brushed my hip

What's that moving under the water?
It's coming back around
And now the sharks are circling
With their cold dead eyes and razor grin
And I'm starting to wish that I had just drowned

I don't know if you've seen Jaws
But it's not like that you know
There's no fin sticking out of the water
They're not big enough to attack a boat
Still to try and give myself some space
I clamber onto my board
I lose my swimming trunks in the process
But I think that's something I can afford

Now I regret cutting myself
While I was chopping up those onions the other day
Cuz now the sharks are circling
Like massive tubes of meat that were built to swim
If only I could just paddle away

What is that?
Some kind of marimba?
Sweet!
I love marimba!
Marimba! Marimba!
Badda badda bimba!
Sharky sharky shark
Oh, here it comes!

Well, I think one thing is for sure
I'm not getting the deposit for my surfboard back
Cuz now the sharks are closing in
And things are looking a little grim
And I kind of sympathize with them cuz I want a snack

Written by:
David Torrey

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