Lyrics
Chapter two
On the one year anniversary
Of the day I lost Dick Dale's silver whammy bar
To the High Surf Council Association
I found myself depressed
Ashamed, lonely
Taken aback, shocked
Embarrassed, traumatized
Burned out, put off put down
And generally unable to record my follow up to the Hawaiian Halloween ep
I also found myself missing my surf mentor
Dick Dale, more than ever
And I was lost
Then, one day
The greatest surf record producer of all time, JJ Hoeffner
Came to visit me at the Surf Spot
I remember it like it was yesterday
Hey everybody it's JJ Hoeff
At the Surf Spot
Beachfront Vinny
How you doing
Jesus, this place is a pig stye
Really
That's funny, I just cleaned
What's going on
Are you
Are you crying
I just bit into an onion
Watching old Charles in Charge episodes
With a bottle of wine
It wasn't me, it was the dog
You don't have a dog
Well, it's been stuck on me tv for weeks now
You gotta snap out of this, Dave
Dick Dale is gone, poof
In the wind
And let me tell you something
If Dick Dale were alive right now
You know what he'd would do
Sue me
No, no, no
Well, maybe, anyway
He'd want you to do another surf ep
And do it with this
Silver whammy bar
How'd you get it back
A surf record producer never reveals his trade secrets
Now pop it in dude
Hello boys
Dick Dale
You popped in my last silver whammy bar so here's your fortune
Hey Beachfront Vinny
You know that Hawaiian Halloween follow up ep that you've been obsessing about
Yeah, every single day for a year
Has your studio monitor been frozen on any old tv shows lately
That was you
Each time
Yes
And on behalf of Surf Asylum Records
I am locking you both in at the Surf Spot
Until you are finished surfing the tv
Goodbye
Hey, hey this isn't funny Dick
I gotta head back to my studio
I'm recording a Chicago tribute band later today
Good luck boys
Hey Dick
What
Thanks
You're welcome
And remember
May the twang be with you
Vincent Daverino
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