You keep telling me you can sing, okay okay
You keep telling me
I got a song called Dear Zuma
Why don't you try this

Sick of this place
Had it with the race
I'm zoomin out of here today
Chuckin all of my stuff
Had about enough
Nothin gonna stand in my way

There's a place down south
Near a river mouth
Where the senoritas come and go
The surf is hot
The crowds are not
I'm outta here that's all she wrote

I'm thinking about home
Don't miss it at all
They can shove it up there in L.A.
Even though there's no phone
And I'm nearly alone
I'm really stoked to be here and away

Dear Zuma,
You're not what you used to be, oh no.
I hear you're scum because of petroleum.
I'm going away.
I know there's a million places to see in Mexico.

Paddling out I let out a shout
It's getting pretty hairy out here
I wish my buds could see me now
I'd buy them all a round of beer

Dear Zuma,
You're not what you used to be, oh no.
I hear you're scum because of petroleum.
I'm nearly alone, yet I know there's a million
Faces to see in Mexico.

Never goin home goin further away
L.A.'s just a really bad dream
How could anyone hang in that phony tony town
Could someone please send a fly screen

How was that?
You should try Star Search with that talent. I liked it.
Well, thank you.