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Standard (EADGBE)
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Surfer Joe..Now, look at him go..whoa..whoa..whoa,
Surfer, Surfer, Surfer Joe-o-o..Go man go-o-o.
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, Surfer Joe.
I saw him one day flyin' down the road,
with tenty-six surfboards and a hundred pound load.
I knew where he was headin,' tryin' to reach..
the playground of the surfers, Doheny Beach.
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He went down to Huntington Beach one week,
for the annual surfer's convention meet.
Hangin' five and walkin' the nose and when
the meet was over, the trophy was Joe's.
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Surfer Joe joined Uncle Sam's Marines today,
they stationed him at Pendleton, not far away.
they cut off his big blonde locks, I'm told,
and when he went on manoeuvers, Joe caught cold.
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Now, no, that didn't stop him, or keep him away.
When the surf was up, he still had his day.
They caught him at the Trestle, down by the sea,
and now, poor Joe is doin' K.P.
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A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.