The Couch-Surfing Song

(With apologies to Enya.)

Let me sail, let me fail, let me see the world for free,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of luxury.
Let me sail, let me fail, let me crash upon your couch,
Let me reach, let me beach on both sides of the great sea.

Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

From Nassau to Trump Tower — in the shade of ESB,
No Fiji, no Tiree, just one isle of NYC,
No Peru, no Cebu, fuck the power of Babylon,
From Bali and Cali — pay with lines that bring pigs on.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… No.
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… No.
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… Yeah!

Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

From New York to London, Turtle Bay to the Docklands,
From the deep clouds of weed to a loss north of ten grand,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
Shelter me on the couches of the lands I've never seen.

We can surf, we can surf, we can see the world for free.
We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can cock, we can block, we can cock block with all chicks,
In return, you can stay at our armpit in the sticks.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can reach, we can beach on the shores of luxury.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
From Bali and Cali — pay with lines that bring pigs on.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
From Nassau to Trump Tower — in the shade of ESB.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can reach, we can beach on the shores of luxury.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
No Peru, no Cebu, fuck the power of Babylon.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

Argh… Argh… Argh!