A mid-life Adonis A God-like forty year-old Clear skin, clear head Clear smile, dead style Designer beach clothes A little bit of a paunch This beach-boy Achilles A former leading light of radio Drowned in suntan lotion Makes a bold declaration We drove the Moors back into the sea And now we ride their waves And he muttered something about the positive vibes of the sea I feel at one with the waves He said, Let’s get a Big Mac Tune into happening sounds Check out the chicks on the beach and chill out Chill out Chill out We all crawled out of the sea And then he winked, didn't we? We drove the Moors back into the sea, and now we ride their waves Bountiful in the cities I am the fire in your lungs I am the fire in your dead lungs I am the fire in the airwaves A & R man's dream!