The girls dig the way the guys get all wiped out. With their feet in the air you can hear 'em shout. They're not afraid (don't back down don't back down). Not my boys (don't back down don't back down). They grit their teeth (a-oo) they don't back down. Don't back down. You gotta be a little nuts. Don't back down. But show 'em now who's got guts. Don't back down. Don't back down from that wave. With their feet full of tar and their hair full of sand. The boys know the beach like the palm of their hand. They're not afraid (don't back down don't back down). Not my boys (don't back down don't back down). They grit their teeth (a-oo) they don't back down. Don't back down. You gotta be a little nuts. Don't back down. But show 'em now who's got guts. Don't back down. Don't back down from that wave. When a twenty-footer sneaks up like a ton of lead. And the crest comes along and slaps 'em upside the head. They're not afraid (don't back down don't back down). Not my boys (Don't back down don't back down). They grit their teeth (a-oo) they don't back down. Don't back down. You gotta be a little nuts. Don't back down. But show 'em now who's got guts. Don't back down. Don't back down from that wave. Don't back down....