[Verse 1] Up before the sun, while the world's still asleep, Grab my board and head for the beach. The sky's turning gold as I walk to the sea, And the morning looks absolutely perfect for me. [Verse 2] First light is breaking across the horizon, Clean lines are rising as the morning brightens. The wind's offshore and the tide is just right, Every set coming through is clean and tight. [Pre-Chorus — building gently] I paddle out slowly as the day comes alive, A little more distance, a little more drive. The ocean is quiet, the morning is clear, One of those sessions you wait all year. [Shock value, panic Chorus] (The chorus suddenly becomes frantic and hilarious when the shark appears) Then I see a fucking shark, and I'm absolutely done, I was chasing down the waves, now I'm chasing for the sun. Bum in the air, I'm paddling like mad, Arse on fire, my technique is bad. Water flying everywhere as I race for the shore, Never paddled this fast before. [Verse 3] I hit the sand and drag my board up high, Try to catch my breath and look out at the sky. The waves keep breaking, perfect as before, But I'm not feeling keen to paddle out anymore. [Verse 4] I watch from the beach as the sets roll through, Long clean walls catching morning's blue. Part of me wants to be back out there, But I've seen what was waiting in the water out there. [Shock value, panic Chorus] (The chorus suddenly becomes frantic and hilarious when the shark appears) Then I see a fucking shark, and I'm absolutely done, I was chasing down the waves, now I'm chasing for the sun. Bum in the air, I'm paddling like mad, Arse on fire, my technique is bad. Water flying everywhere as I race for the shore, Never paddled this fast before. [Bridge — drops back, calm and reflective] Funny how a perfect morning can change, One minute feels easy, the next feels strange. I wasn't scared... well, maybe just a bit, But once I'd seen that shark, that was fucking it. [Verse 5 — relaxed, almost amused] So I sit on the sand and watch the ocean break, Thinking about the choices a man has to make. The waves are still perfect, the morning is clear, I'll probably come back when the coast is clear. [Final Chorus — bigger, but still deadpan] Then I see a fucking shark, and I'm absolutely done, I was chasing down the waves, now I'm chasing for the sun. Bum in the air, I'm paddling like mad, Arse on fire, my technique is bad. Water flying everywhere as I race for the shore, Never paddled this fast before. [Outro — stripped back, waves and guitar] Board on the sand, watching the waves, Beautiful morning, but some things you don't brave. The ocean looks perfect, the sky's crystal clear, I'll surf another day... when there's no fuckn shark here.
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