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Smash Mouth - Rip Curl: Ride On - Walking on the Sun
Rip Curl: Ride On
Disc 1
01. Just the Way I'm Feeling
02. She Hates Me
03. Walking on the Sun
04. Surf Wax America
05. Fight Music
06. United States of Whatever
07. My Friends Over You
08. Girls
09. Letters to You
10. Punk Rock Princess
11. Lost It
12. The Ballad of Chasey Lain
13. A Song for Everyone
14. I Feel So
15. Baby's Come Back
Disc 2
01. Smoke Two Joints
02. Hey
03. Joints and Jams (explicit version)
04. The Things That I Used to Do
05. Meaningless Conversation
06. Wild Wood
07. Secret Smile
08. Where's Your Love Been
09. The Shining
10. I Am the Black Gold of the Sun
11. Gritty Shaker
12. I Chase the Devil
13. Soul Fire
14. The Gravy Train (Nightwares on Wax mix)
15. Blood on the Motorway
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song, but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know it went out, but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with-it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the Sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no god-like hocus-pocus
So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun