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