Tipuki Thunder - 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