I moved from New York. With my boogie board. And bought a big house on the ocean. I stopped being me. I took the shoes off my feet. Just because I took the notion. My hair gave in so my beard came out. Caused quite a face of commotion. It grew past my lips and then it covered my mouth. So no one could read my emotions. Malibu Man. Isn't life great. Got the world in his hands. Malibu Man. Sometimes I get up. But I'm feeling down. I don't have a sister or brother. No family no wife. But I'm still living my life. Just step from a stone to another. I'm a myth of man. I ride the waves when I can. I make the music so people will buy it. I take pride in my ways. And my colossal duvets. I'm just an old fashion retailers riot. Malibu Man. Isn't life great. Got the world in his hands. Malibu Man