Stuck on a Surf Board

How did I get here I haven't a clue I was learning how to surf And now I'm stuck out in the blue Clinging desperately to my board But I'm starting to lose my grip When I get home I'm calling my travel agent and Something just brushed my hip What's that moving under the water? It's coming back around And now the sharks are circling With their cold dead eyes and razor grin And I'm starting to wish that I had just drowned I don't know if you've seen Jaws But it's not like that you know There's no fin sticking out of the water They're not big enough to attack a boat Still to try and give myself some space I clamber onto my board I lose my swimming trunks in the process But I think that's something I can afford Now I regret cutting myself While I was chopping up those onions the other day Cuz now the sharks are circling Like massive tubes of meat that were built to swim If only I could just paddle away What is that? Some kind of marimba? Sweet! I love marimba! Marimba! Marimba! Badda badda bimba! Sharky sharky shark Oh, here it comes! Well, I think one thing is for sure I'm not getting the deposit for my surfboard back Cuz now the sharks are closing in And things are looking a little grim And I kind of sympathize with them cuz I want a snack