Floaters in Foam
Buzz likes to surf Rockaway. He would get up at 4 in the morning and surf before work after hangin for a
“Floaters in Foam”
Oh. Kip. Zip dip dip digity-bop
Hanngh…heavy r….
Surf’s up dude!
Heavy rains
Pullin’ the chain
Open up the sewage drain
I don’t care about the motherfuckin’ floaters
The Baby Ruth, Chunky, Mr. Goodbar and the others
Overhead barrel, caught the wave of the day
Surfin’ Rockaway beats Cali anyway
–>Got sick at Rockaway
Out with Scratch and Dave
Lining up my wave
It’s the green room that I crave
Dug a rail in my grave
I don’t care about the motherfuckin’ floaters
The Baby Ruth, Chunky, Mr. Goodbar and the others
Went to the doctor to see what he would say
The doctor said…
Son stay away from Rockaway
–>Got sick at Rockaway
Low flying jets approaching JFK
Rolling waves that smell like open graves
Spread my ashes over Rockaway
Don’t care what the doctors say
–>Still surfin’ Rockaway
I don’t care about the motherfuckin’ floaters
The Baby Ruth, Chunky, Mr. Goodbar and the others
Overhead barrel, caught the wave of the day
Surfin’ Rockaway beats Cali anyway
–>Still surfin’ every day




I don’t understand either…why wouldn’t you write this stuff? It seems logical in a world of infinite possibilities that four like-minded musicians would come up with something resembling or exactly matching this song.
So I guess I would be confused or surprised if this didn’t exist…
Q
I had a hand in writing this piece of shit and I’m confused by your confusion, which is probably a good thing.