Wayamaya

He was a big wave surfer livin' down by Waimea BayWe had a few friends, never thought it would endI remember an all-white day with eight-story wavesHe said, "Your eyes are gray" (beautiful)We were living on côtes de l'îleLow Cabriolet and sun, manta rayDrivin' in your Mercury down to WaimeaDrivin' in your MercuryDrivin' in your Mercury down to WaimeaDrivin' in your Mercury