LYRIC FOR SALE

By That Beach Sound Cartel

[Verse 1]

Most folks don't know
There's surfers down in Cuba

Ridin' winter swells
Beneath Caribbean moons

No surf shops on the corner
No stickers on the glass

Just ocean hearts
And homemade dreams
Built to somehow last

Down in Havana
Word starts movin' fast

"¿Qué bolá, Asere?"
When the swell begins to crash

[Pre-Chorus]

Telephone wire Inventos
Tied together by hand

A little candle-wax cera
And we're headed for the sand

[Chorus]

Dale...
Dale...

Take that wave and let it fly

Underground surfistas
Beneath the Cuban sky

Asere...
¿Qué bolá?

Hear the lineup come alive

From Calle Setenta
To Boca de Yumurí tonight

"¡Empingao!"

[Verse 2]

Playing cat-and-mouse
Con los guarda fronteras,
Surfistas paddling out, tremendo caos

Just tablas viejos patched together
Tryin' to make another run

El Fondo de Coral esperando'
Sharp beneath the tide and sun

Miss your line and the wave
Will take you for a ride
maybe out by Playas del Este

[Pre-Chorus]

Trade winds start blowin'

Everybody knows

When the Atlantic starts breathin'

That's when Havana goes

[Chorus]

Dale...
Dale...

Take that wave and let it fly

Underground surfistas
Beneath the Cuban sky

Asere...
¿Qué bolá?

Hear the lineup come alive

From Calle Setenta
To Guantánamo tonight

[Bridge]

Yuma's ... they show up
Board's tucked under their arms

Leave behind their Sticks
For Grom Surfistas to carry on

Nobody's gettin' rich here
Nobody rides for fame

Just saltwater souls
Los Tubo's that call their names

[Final Chorus]

Dale...
Dale...

Take that wave and let it fly

Underground surfistas
Beneath the Cuban sky

Asere...
¿Qué bolá?

Hear the whole coast come alive
One surfer yelled,

"¡Empingao!"

As he disappeared inside

Picado...

[Outro]

Surfistas
"¿Qué bolá?"

Surfistas
"Dale..."

Surfistas
"¡Empingao!"

Surfistas