Surfin' Dead Lyrics - Smell Of Female - Cramps

Ah, my favorite brain soup - 

Cream of nowhere 

Ooh baby, your asphalt eater hung ten 

The hoedads and gremmies say you reached top end 

So do the dead, through the lights 

The surfin' dead, oooh make it tight 

The livin' dead now baby lose their heads 

Now baby, doin' the dead 

Yeah you're a high-rev hauler with all four on the floor 

But your a-bone's busted and you're through the door 

So do the dead, juice the Coupe 

Come on the livin' dead, ooh you're in the soup 

The livin' dead now baby, like I said now baby, do the dead 

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Your carburetor don't carb, got a hammer down this 

Your generator gens but your pistons don't work 

Do the dead, run for ten 

The surfin dead, c'mon turn it in 

The livin' dead insist, it's the latest twist, do the dead 

Run run run run, now do it 

Stay sick! 

You square brains out there better beware 

Oh this phantom driver down in the ground 

You better plant 'em right or they'll come around 

Move out baby, move that mound 

Or they'll dig it up and they'll shut you down 

So c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon . . . 

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Now life is short and it's filled with stuff 

So let me know baby when you've had enough 

Oh do the dead, turn blue 

Yeah the surfin' dead, as dead as you 

There's nothing on the radio when you're dead 

There's nothing at the movie show when you're dead 

There's nowhere left for you to go when you're dead 

Do the dead, yeah do the dead 

Do the dead, surfin' dead