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I kicked out of the surf and stuck my board in the sand
And then up in my Woody to a hamburger stand
And when I got back, my nine five board was gone
She said, yeah, she said
"Finders, keepers (finders, keepers)
Losers, weepers" (losers, weepers)
"Finders, keepers" (finders, keepers)
"Finders, keepers, losers, weepers"
I saw a Hodaddy paddlin′ out by the pier
Well, he musta got my board 'cause mine isn′t here
But now I know how to fix him, I'll just raise that meatball flag
He said, yeah, he said
"Finders, keepers (finders, keepers)
Losers, weepers" (losers, weepers)
"Finders, keepers" (finders, keepers)
"Finders, keepers, losers, weepers"
He took off on a swell when he saw the flag
He's just a crazy Hodaddy pullin′ some kind of gag
He went over the falls and now my board′s comin' back to me
I said, yes, I said
"Finders, keepers (finders, keepers)
Losers, weepers" (losers, weepers)
"Finders, keepers" (finders, keepers)
"Finders, keepers, losers, weepers"
That′ll teach him to mess with my board
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Writer(s): Brian Douglas Wilson, Mike E. Love Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
