His son was failing on the SAT, woe-oh
Kid was never getting into USC, woe-oh
No one would have known that today was yet to show
A tragedy, woe-oh… surfin’ tragedy
He’d pay for his kid to keep his head held high, woe-oh
He’d pay a quarter mill… the assistant coach would lie, woe-oh
Little did he know that today was yet to show
A tragedy, woe-oh… surfin’ tragedy
Skilled at surfin’, he was the best
There wasn’t a wave he couldn’t finesse
Rick Singer told him he could do the same
With the bribe ’em into college gameThe sun is setting on the Earth today, woe-oh
The tide as it sets seems to say, woe-oh
You should’ve stayed at home
But how could you have known
Your destiny was to be
Surfin’ tragedy, surfin’ tragedy