🎃🏄‍♂️👙 Surf Or DIE! 👙🏄‍♂️🎃

surf rock, psychobilly, rockabilly, 432 Hz, Halloween, 50s/60s vintage surf sound, twangy tremolo

[Verse 1]
Midnight strikes and the surf rolls in,
The Wolfman's waxed his werewolf fin.
He's riding a wave with a toothy grin,
While the Creepy-Crawlies are crawling in!
The witches are stirring bubbling brews,
In polka-dot bikinis and pointy shoes.
They're mixing up potions in a rusty pail,
To give those waves a wicked new tail!
The mummies are wrapped in their beach towel shrouds,
Doing the Mummy Stomp for the monster crowds.
Frankenstein's Monster just learned to skate,
But he wiped out hard at the five-foot break!

[Chorus]
SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!)
Laugh, don't cry! (Don't ask why!)
Ride that wave beneath the midnight sky!
SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!)
Hang ten high! (Way up high!)
If the undertow gets you, wave goodbye!
Surfside spooks, don't be shy!
The moon is full and the bats can fly!
Grab your board and give it a try!
SURF! SURF! SURF OR DIE!

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Count Dracula's tanning in a coffin-shaped chair,
With SPF one and his slicked-back hair.
He's sipping tomato juice, looking pale as a ghost,
And complaining that the garlic dip smells the most!
The Invisible Man's got a board in his hand,
But nobody's seen him all over the sand.
His footprints are dancing, his drinks disappear,
And somebody's sunscreen is floating right here!
The Creature from the Black Lagoon
Is teaching the zombies to surf by the moon.
They're bobbing and weaving in the cold green foam,
And the lifeguard's a skeleton who's heading home!

[Chorus 2]
SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!)
Laugh, don't cry! (Don't ask why!)
Ride that wave beneath the midnight sky!
SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!)
Hang ten high! (Way up high!)
If the undertow gets you, wave goodbye!
Surfside spooks, don't be shy!
The moon is full and the bats can fly!
Grab your board and give it a try!
SURF! SURF! SURF OR DIE!

[Instrumental Surf Solo]

[Verse 3]
The zombies are twisting till their bones go loose,
The ghouls are doing the Watusi in their rubber wetsuits.
Lady Vamp's on the beach with a raven-black grin,
Saying, "Boys, wipe your feet before you shuffle in!"
The sea is all silver, the sky's turning red,
There's a crab in the cooler and a shark in the shed.
The DJ's a skeleton spinning one last tune,
While the werewolves are howling at the big bad moon!
But listen up, creeps, there's a problem in sight,
The sun's gonna rise and put an end to the night.
Who's gonna be left when the beach turns clean?
And who'll be the king of this Halloween scene?

[Bridge]
When the sun comes up, will you still be here?
Will the waves roll on, or disappear?
Will the Wolfman howl? Will the witches fly?
Will the monsters wave their last goodbye?
The tide rolls out... (The tide rolls out...)
The moon sinks low... (The moon sinks low...)
One last wave...
WHERE'D EVERYBODY GO?!

[Final Chorus]
SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!)
Laugh, don't cry! (Don't ask why!)
Ride that wave beneath the midnight sky!
SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!)
Hang ten high! (Way up high!)
If the undertow gets you, wave goodbye!
Surfside spooks, don't be shy!
The moon is full and the bats can fly!
One last ride before daylight!
SURF! SURF! SURF OR DIE!
SURF! SURF! SURF OR DIE!
The surf, surf...SURF OR DIE!

[Outro: Spoken Word: Vintage Horror Host]
The sun is rising...
The beach is empty...
The boards are stacked...
The sand is clean...
Well, almost clean. Somebody left a mummy wrap.
The Wolfman's gone. The witches have flown.
Dracula's sleeping in a cooler of foam.
And Lady Vamp?
She's gone with the dawn.
But the Invisible Man?
Well...
He's still here.
Somebody get that guy a towel.
HANG TEN, YOU GHOULS!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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[Intro: Spoken Word, Vintage Horror-Movie Announcer] Ladies and germs! Boys and ghouls! Greetings from Chrome Station! It's Halloween night, but the beach is still hoppin'! The moon is high, the tide is mean, And this is the strangest beach you've ever seen! The rules tonight are simple... SURF OR DIE!!! [Verse 1] Midnight strikes and the surf rolls in, The Wolfman's waxed his werewolf fin. He's riding a wave with a toothy grin, While the Creepy-Crawlies are crawling in! The witches are stirring bubbling brews, In polka-dot bikinis and pointy shoes. They're mixing up potions in a rusty pail, To give those waves a wicked new tail! The mummies are wrapped in their beach towel shrouds, Doing the Mummy Stomp for the monster crowds. Frankenstein's Monster just learned to skate, But he wiped out hard at the five-foot break! [Chorus] SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!) Laugh, don't cry! (Don't ask why!) Ride that wave beneath the midnight sky! SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!) Hang ten high! (Way up high!) If the undertow gets you, wave goodbye! Surfside spooks, don't be shy! The moon is full and the bats can fly! Grab your board and give it a try! SURF! SURF! SURF OR DIE! [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Count Dracula's tanning in a coffin-shaped chair, With SPF one and his slicked-back hair. He's sipping tomato juice, looking pale as a ghost, And complaining that the garlic dip smells the most! The Invisible Man's got a board in his hand, But nobody's seen him all over the sand. His footprints are dancing, his drinks disappear, And somebody's sunscreen is floating right here! The Creature from the Black Lagoon Is teaching the zombies to surf by the moon. They're bobbing and weaving in the cold green foam, And the lifeguard's a skeleton who's heading home! [Chorus 2] SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!) Laugh, don't cry! (Don't ask why!) Ride that wave beneath the midnight sky! SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!) Hang ten high! (Way up high!) If the undertow gets you, wave goodbye! Surfside spooks, don't be shy! The moon is full and the bats can fly! Grab your board and give it a try! SURF! SURF! SURF OR DIE! [Instrumental Surf Solo] [Verse 3] The zombies are twisting till their bones go loose, The ghouls are doing the Watusi in their rubber wetsuits. Lady Vamp's on the beach with a raven-black grin, Saying, "Boys, wipe your feet before you shuffle in!" The sea is all silver, the sky's turning red, There's a crab in the cooler and a shark in the shed. The DJ's a skeleton spinning one last tune, While the werewolves are howling at the big bad moon! But listen up, creeps, there's a problem in sight, The sun's gonna rise and put an end to the night. Who's gonna be left when the beach turns clean? And who'll be the king of this Halloween scene? [Bridge] When the sun comes up, will you still be here? Will the waves roll on, or disappear? Will the Wolfman howl? Will the witches fly? Will the monsters wave their last goodbye? The tide rolls out... (The tide rolls out...) The moon sinks low... (The moon sinks low...) One last wave... WHERE'D EVERYBODY GO?! [Final Chorus] SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!) Laugh, don't cry! (Don't ask why!) Ride that wave beneath the midnight sky! SURF OR DIE! (Surf or die!) Hang ten high! (Way up high!) If the undertow gets you, wave goodbye! Surfside spooks, don't be shy! The moon is full and the bats can fly! One last ride before daylight! SURF! SURF! SURF OR DIE! SURF! SURF! SURF OR DIE! The surf, surf...SURF OR DIE! [Outro: Spoken Word: Vintage Horror Host] The sun is rising... The beach is empty... The boards are stacked... The sand is clean... Well, almost clean. Somebody left a mummy wrap. The Wolfman's gone. The witches have flown. Dracula's sleeping in a cooler of foam. And Lady Vamp? She's gone with the dawn. But the Invisible Man? Well... He's still here. Somebody get that guy a towel. HANG TEN, YOU GHOULS! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! © Chrome Station 2026 All Rights Reserved

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