It's a shame about the roadblock

We're afraid that we'll get caught or stopped

Let's go right now, surf city eastern block

I'm in the trunk, my surfboard on top.

The eighties ain't been kind to anyone

I just want to find myself some sun

It's 1984, I'm on the run

Goodbye berlin, hello autobahn.

It's a shame about the roadblock

If they catch us we won't ever talk

Let's go right now, surf city eastern block

I'm in the trunk when the inspector knocks.