He lives his life down on the beach,nhis grilfriend's got the skin of a peach.nHe likes a good time and he knows how to get it,nrolls his own, you've gotta give him credit.nnAs the waves come crashing to the shore,nTipuki Thunder give me more, more, more.nDon't need booze or no whore,nTipuki Thunder give me more, more, more.nTipuki Thunder, maui waui lightning.nnHis pockets bulge with wonders from all over the world,nand he's a real big bro' to all the boys and girls.nHolds his own but does tend to drawl,nhe's got a photo of us going over the Niagra Falls.nnHe's a nice guy but don't mess with him,nhe's a nice guy but don't mess with him.nnHe call us the 'jeebers' and takes us to gigs,n'cus back in the States you know, we're pretty big.nBut I had to be down, I could not compete,nwith air in my head and lead in my feet.nnWhen he came to London the saw,na midnight flit to find another bed.nBut back home on the beach he can do no harm,nwith his video collection and Charlie farm.nHe's a nice guy but don't mess with him,nor you'll end up with a pair of concerete boots.