"He doesn't say much but he's a real nice guy.
We met at the beach he was waxing his board
at the point. Like I said, I was caught between
two rocks, he pulled me out, Put me on his head
"fit just right" He surfed all morning...
Later on, we took a ride in his Expedition,
he placed me on his dashboard.
"Pilots, feels like a Coney Island ride".
After a few locations, we stopped by his pad
in the hills He's got a wife, a son and jukebox
M5: their favorite "the king" For dinner we gather
from his garden, they eat what they reap
Swells coming south southwest." From Montecristi Leo Carillo