Surfin' Chiliville

(Sung to the tune of "Margaritaville")

Nibbling on chili, our teamís gettiní silly
Playing twister all covered in oil
Serving up Jell-O shots, as our front porch rocks
Smell that chili itís beginning to boil (bubble, bubble, bubble)

Wasted away again in Surfiní Chiliville
Searching for my lost cup of beer (beer, where the hellís my beer)
Some people claim that thereís Tequila to blame
But I know itís the beerís damn fault

Fun is the reason we come back each season
Trophies to show and our famous tattoos
Itís a real beauty, on a tie-dyed cutie
How it got there she hasnít a clue (no clue, no clue, no clue)

Wasted away again in Surfiní Chiliville
Searching for my lost cup of beer (beer, where the hellís my beer)
Some people claim that thereís Tequila to blame
But I know itís the Vodkaís damn fault

Wearing our tie-dye, making those beads fly
Showmanship trophy weíll take on back home
Where thereís booze in the blender And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps to hang on (hang on, hang on, hang on)

Wasted away again in Surfiní Chiliville
Searching for my lost cup of beer (beer, where the hellís my beer)
Some people claim that thereís Tequila to blame
But I know itís the Rum, Champagne, Gin, Whisky, Vodka, Tequila, Schnaaps Ė Hot Damn!!!

(first appearance: 2008)