You're the ride through
troubled waters
on tidal waves of
wayward daughters
Who is your saint?
Who is your martyr?
Who'll be your surfer girl?

Who'll sail on arks of
nails and lumber?
Who'll bear a cross of
nails and lumber?
"Who'll walk the plank?" the
angels wonder,
"Who'll be your surfer girl?"

Break me beneath the breakers
Save me, my Lord and Savior
Take me though there
are no takers
In, not of the world,
I'll be your Surfer Girl

You're the ride through
troubled waters
on tidal waves of
wayward daughters
I am no saint, I
am no martyr
but I'll be your surfer girl

I'll be your surfer girl
I'll be your surfer girl....