Tipuki Thunder — текст песни (G.B.H.)

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 shore,
Tipuki Thunder give me more, more, more.
Don`t need booze or no whore,
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.