Surfin’ Hearse

I got a 1937 Cadillac Hearse
She's not too cherry but she could be worse
The surfers all dig it they say she's kookie
But honey's put it down they say she's spooky

She's my surfin' hearse
She's my surfin' hearse
Not too cherry but she could be worse
My surfin' hearse

It makes all the other woody's look inferior
And everybody digs the purple velvet interior
Scottie has a funny engravin' on the side
But none of the surf bunnies go for a ride

She's my surfin' hearse
She's my surfin' hearse
Not too cherry but she could be worse
My surfin' hearse

When I drive her by the cemetery late at night
I guess I just imagine that she pulls to the right
The engine sure is quiet 'cause I've man alive
This weird woody can handle thirty-five

She's my surfin' hearse
She's my surfin' hearse
Not too cherry but she could be worse
My surfin' hearse