Big Tuna

Duration

4:50

Genres

Punk/Ska/Psychobilly

Description

Lyrics

Going… Under… He Ran the surf shop by the sea Best fish and chips along the coast Lived his life in superlatives Surfed to be the biggest, best, the most And when he caught a monster wave His form made people stop and stare We said, “one day you’ll go to far” He was too far gone to care. Take it slow Miles below Rolling thunder Going under now Here’s your last chance to say goodbye Take that wave right to the sky Get a big head and you’ll lose your mind sooner He grabbed his board and left the sand Got far to big for our dry land Because it don’t pay to play big tuna He thought nothing could take him down So one day he took to sea alone And it was there he met his match Amongst the seaweed and the foam His empty shop we took as proof The raging sea could not be tamed We combed the beach, no body found Only his shattered bones remained Take it slow Miles below Rolling thunder Going under now Here’s your last chance to say goodbye Take that wave right to the sky Get a big head and you’ll lose your mind sooner He grabbed his board and left the sand Got far to big for our dry land Because it don’t pay to play big tuna Mello-solo Big Tuna was a man so big The ocean proved bigger still He lived, and as it seemed, he died Accountable only to his will You see, his fame, and his success Were only in his head And if you let those thoughts consume your mind You may just end up dead Here’s your last chance to say goodbye Take that wave right to the sky Get a big head and you’ll lose your mind sooner He grabbed his board and left the sand Got far to big for our dry land Because it don’t pay to play big tuna