Da Cat

Back in the days when Dana Point was still good
There was a cat named Mickey Dora
He was a rebel from Hollywood
And he ruled the surf on the California shore
He wore dark glasses and he needed to shave
He got rides that went for a mile
Everyone agrees that he rode a mean wave
But what’s more important is he did it with style

Surfrider beach was his turf
He was a master of walking the nose
He was the king of the surf
He was constantly getting ten toed
Surfed for Greg Noll
Had his own model
He ripped the inside bowl
But he traded it all for a wine bottle

His arch rival Johnny Fain
And other guys like Dewey Weber
Got driven to drink or then went insane
Cause they tried to outdo him but they could never
He used to slide from 3rd point to first
Mickey Dora, where are you?
You thought it was bad then, now it’s even worse
A million leashed-up kooks at Malibu
From the surf media he is out of reach
They say that he may be in Africa today
Picking up a big diamond on the beach
Or screaming in a green room at Jeffery’s bay

Blowing reefer, shooting the pier
Flashing butt cheeks, drinking beer
He was the best, the judges gave him a zero
Fuck those contests, he is our hero
Surfed for Greg Noll
Had his own model
Ripped the fuck outta the inside bowl
But he traded it for a wine bottle