Mr. Gasser & The Weirdos - Fink Rod 409 текст песни

Nothing can reach her
Nothing can beat my 409

Got a 409 here in my panel chopped wagon
Fink Rod 409
I'm on the ocean all the surfers I'm a-draggin'
Fink Rod 409
A watertight wagon with four speed stick
A full race propeller and pontoon slicks

Gonna drag all the surfers in my 409
My lean mean Fink rod 409
Gonna drag all the surfers in my 409
My lean mean Fink rod 409
Nothing can reach her
Nothing can beat my 409

When the hurricane's a-blowin' I'll be ridin' the tail
Fink Rod 409
In a hundred mile wind I can really wail
Fink Rod 409
I'll be riding those tidal waves up on the sand
And when I get there I'll do a wheelie stand

Gonna drag all the surfers in my 409
My lean mean Fink rod 409
Gonna drag all the surfers in my 409
My lean mean Fink rod 409
Nothing can reach her
Nothing can beat my 409

Well look out surfers cos I'm headin' for the ocean
Hangin' ten on the bumper got a wild locomotion
Shootin' the curl, I'll be draggin' the sea
No other surfer can take me

Gonna drag all the surfers in my 409
My lean mean Fink rod 409
Gonna drag all the surfers in my 409
My lean mean Fink rod 409
Nothing can reach her
Nothing can beat my 409