Surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.

Bobby showed up early to the party tonight,
With a bag of wet bones and some Turkish delight.
He stuck his little finger in the palm of his gun,
And the slick sick stuck to his thumb.

'Cause he was surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.
Surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.

He stumbled on the staircase 'cause the river was wide,
But the slick bell-bottom voices gave him nowhere to hide.
He spied the Christian Union in flagrante, on draught,
And they were sanctified in protestant graft.

Surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.
Surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.

"Look mama, watch me, I'm the holiest crow!
I have pecked the sinners' eyes to an Orinoco flow.
I'm a business proposition, I'm returning the flame,
So the new gods can swallow my shame."

They are surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.
Surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.

Now swing!

Digitial redundancy's the loftiest heap,
And charity is nothing but the lust of the weak,
So watch the swinging rope as it weighs on the beam,
And the bytes drift off downstream.

Surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.
Surf it, boy!
Surfing on a pendulum,
Surfing on a pendulum,
Working we turn upon,
It's a supererogation.

One more time...