g b h – tipuki thunder lyrics
he lives his life down on the beach,
his grilfriend’s got the skin of a peach.
he likes a good time and he knows how to get it,
rolls his own, you’ve gotta give him credit.
as the waves come crashing to the sh-r-,
tipuki thunder give me more, more, more.
don’t need booze or no wh-r-,
tipuki thunder give me more, more, more.
tipuki thunder, maui waui lightning.
his pockets bulge with wonders from all over the world,
and he’s a real big bro’ to all the boys and girls.
holds his own but does tend to drawl,
he’s got a photo of us going over the niagra falls.
he’s a nice guy but don’t mess with him,
he’s a nice guy but don’t mess with him.
he call us the ‘jeebers’ and takes us to gigs,
‘cus back in the states you know, we’re pretty big.
but i had to be down, i could not compete,
with air in my head and lead in my feet.
when he came to london the saw,
a midnight flit to find another bed.
but back home on the beach he can do no harm,
with his video collection and charlie farm.
he’s a nice guy but don’t mess with him,
or you’ll end up with a pair of concerete boots.
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