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Scat Daddy's "Lament"
Name: Steve Scatolini (aka Scat Daddy Surf)
Age: 32
Years surfing: “too many”
Favorite spot: Jocko’s
Pre-surf music: “Jimi Hendrix, my own”
Post-surf food: Poma’s Deli (in O.B.)
Scatolini’s song (below) was inspired, he says, “by a worse-than-average surf season and the stress of the modern surf era created by internet surf reports and ranting TV newscasts. These lyrics came straight from the burning agony of my soul.”
“Surfer’s Lament”
My baby asked me what I want
I thought and thought and thought and thought
I didn’t want to tell a lie
I knew the truth would make her cry
I looked her in the eye and said:
[chorus x4]
Ten-wave sets every two minutes
She looked at me just really pissed
I tried to sneak in for a kiss
She screamed I was out of my brain
I said, Baby let me explain
When I go surf I sit outside
With a million other guys
A couple waves come floating by
But not enough to get me high
We scramble like a pack of rats
fighting for a piece of fat
And baby that’s not where I’m at
I want: Ten-wave sets every two minutes [x4]
You know our love is really fine
And sex with you just blows my mind
But sometimes girl it’s not enough
I need that heavy surfin’ rush
I take off late and make my turn
and throw it into afterburn
I go up high and hit the lip
Yeah surfin’s such a groovy trip
I want: Ten-wave sets every two minutes [x4]
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Scat Daddy's "Lament"
Scat Daddy's "Lament"
Name: Steve Scatolini (aka Scat Daddy Surf)
Age: 32
Years surfing: “too many”
Favorite spot: Jocko’s
Pre-surf music: “Jimi Hendrix, my own”
Post-surf food: Poma’s Deli (in O.B.)
Scatolini’s song (below) was inspired, he says, “by a worse-than-average surf season and the stress of the modern surf era created by internet surf reports and ranting TV newscasts. These lyrics came straight from the burning agony of my soul.”
“Surfer’s Lament”
My baby asked me what I want
I thought and thought and thought and thought
I didn’t want to tell a lie
I knew the truth would make her cry
I looked her in the eye and said:
[chorus x4]
Ten-wave sets every two minutes
She looked at me just really pissed
I tried to sneak in for a kiss
She screamed I was out of my brain
I said, Baby let me explain
When I go surf I sit outside
With a million other guys
A couple waves come floating by
But not enough to get me high
We scramble like a pack of rats
fighting for a piece of fat
And baby that’s not where I’m at
I want: Ten-wave sets every two minutes [x4]
You know our love is really fine
And sex with you just blows my mind
But sometimes girl it’s not enough
I need that heavy surfin’ rush
I take off late and make my turn
and throw it into afterburn
I go up high and hit the lip
Yeah surfin’s such a groovy trip
I want: Ten-wave sets every two minutes [x4]
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