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One more ride, one more ride,
One more ride in the flyin tide,
One more ride and then the bomb,
One more ride, one more ride.

Along the coast on a sunny day,
Surf boards ride the breaking spray,
Lean brown surfers in a line
Hit the water one more time.

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Cars and wagons run and stop,
Pile of sticks are lashed on top,
Dozen surfers are piled inside
Hit the beach for one more ride.

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Some bring babies, some bring beer,
Fill the cove from ear to ear,
Sand and water is their home,
One more ride and then the bomb.

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Daily paper ran a spread,
Telling what the surfers said,
"There's a wipeout sure to come
So one more ride and then the bomb."

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