Well, we get on our boards and we paddle out
And we talk surfer talk 'cuz it's got lots of clout
Well we watch dead pack (?) in a bitchin' ride
And another numb surfer yelled Outside!
Outside!

Well, my palm sheet (?) looks like a piece of leather
It's not her fault, it's just 'cuz of the weather
Well, she smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
When she gets real mad she yells Outside!
Outside!

This is not a song about being true to your school
This is not a song that says surfers rule
This is not a song about (???)
This is just a tune about Outside!