marillion
cannibal surf babe
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer) Well she tied me to the headboard with a surf leach And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend And I really tried my best to get across to her But nothing she would say could be defended Well her birthday suit it was her only present When I looked into her eyes - no history And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant But she laughed a snake eye laugh and walked away from me I watched her as she walked across the coals I watched her as she walked across the coals She was singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird And I am your nightmare surfer babe Mr Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for the perfect microwave So I did my best to try and get across her I said: "One day every pebble hits the beach" And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend But she was too far out there to be reached She was singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mr Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for that perfect microwave? And the sun came up over the mountain And the waves rolled in across the bay And the fabulous brightly coloured birds flew up out of the forest And she said "Well we're all heaven's beautiful children livin' together in paradise Lie down my dear.. you're going to enjoy this" She looked like she'd had sex With a tyrranosaurus rex She was singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mr Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for that perfect microwave? And I watched her as she walked across the coals.