[Intro: Aussie hip-hop male MC, crunchy guitar riff, gulls over the surf] Strewth, mate, have a look at this bloke on the sand Arvo sun, cold can, bossin' the ocean like he owns the land [Verse 1: Aussie hip-hop male MC, heavy swung drums, broad Aussie flow] Every summer at the beach there's a fella with a view Plants a chair on the waterline and tells the sea what it can do Says the new sound is a ripple, says it's never comin' in Says he's seen a hundred like it and they're gone before they begin First it tickles at his toes and he reckons it's a fluke Then it's slappin' at his ankles and he gives the swell a rebuke Fair dinkum, I been watchin' from the dunes since nine Every set a little bigger and he's sittin' on the line Deadset legend, gotta give the man his due Only bloke on the coast who can't see the water comin' through [Hook: Aussie hip-hop male MC, full beat, chanted Aussie hook] High tide, and it's comin' past your knees Shout it back out to the sea, the sea don't care what you believe High tide, and it's creepin' to your chin Call it fake water while the whole beach paddles in [Verse 2: Aussie hip-hop male MC, broad Aussie flow, crunchy guitar riff] Now the grommets on their boards are gettin' barrelled by the set And the old boy holds a sign up sayin' none of this is wet Water at his belly button, esky driftin' out to sea Still tappin' on his phone about the way it used to be Mate, the ocean doesn't ask you where the water's been Doesn't stop to read your comments, doesn't care if you are keen I reckon he's the hardest-workin' hater in the state Takes a lotta graft to be that wrong and stay that irate And I'm out here in the shallows with a board and a smile Every wave you said would never come, I been ridin' for a while [Hook: Aussie hip-hop male MC, full beat, chanted Aussie hook] High tide, and it's comin' past your knees Shout it back out to the sea, the sea don't care what you believe High tide, and it's creepin' to your chin Call it fake water while the whole beach paddles in [Bridge: Aussie hip-hop male MC, tide swell, a deep rolling sub swell builds under every bar like a wave coming in] Then the big one stands up way out past the break Whole beach goes quiet and the sand starts to shake Chair goes up, he goes up, perched on the crest Still pointin' at the shore, still sayin' he knows best Out past the flags, out past the buoys and the reef Little speck in a deckchair, loudest bloke in the deep I can hear him from the shallows, mate, it isn't real Ridin' out on the realest wave he's ever gonna feel [Final Hook: Aussie hip-hop male MC, full beat riding the sub swell, chanted Aussie hook] High tide, and it's comin' past your knees Shout it back out to the sea, the sea don't care what you believe High tide, and it's creepin' to your chin Call it fake water while the whole beach paddles in [End]
