Hold On/Surf City

 

Words and music by John Palumbo 

 

Well, I was talking to a mirror image of what supposedly was to be me; and
the eyes and the nose and the insignificant clothes supported the testimony.

He said,	"You're doing fine, you know.
	You've got an okay mind, you know.
	And I would hate to see you throw it away.
	You'd better hold on.
	Hold on. Hold on."

I was telling him I was a bit fatigued about my life, both present and past;
and when I recalled my thoughts of ending it all with an overdose of gas,

He said,	"You're doing fine, you know.
	You've got an okay mind, you know.
	And I would hate to see you throw it away.
	You'd better hold on.
	Hold on. Hold on."
	Hold on
	Hold on
	Hold on
Surf City
Words and music by John Palumbo
	Surf City, here come the sharks Ah, surfin' And the sea is under me I thought surfin' was my life, Surf City I thought surfin' was my life, Surf City Surfin's not my ... Ah, racin' I can hear my tires scream Dodge City, here comes the lights I thought racin' was my life, Dodge City Racin's not my ... Life Hey whitey, here comes the spades Ah, fightin' There's a dude that I must beat I thought fightin' was my life, hey whitey Fightin's not my ... Surf City, here comes the sharks Dodge City, here comes the lights Hey whitey, here comes the spades Hey whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey Ah, see me I conceive it's me that I see Look pretty, here comes yourself I thought being was my life, look pretty Being is my ... life