Let me tell you a story of a surfer boy named Marc,
He’ed surf from early morning, till well after dark.
Surfng was his pasttime, his life line, his joy,
Yep, Marc was one of the best, even though he was a boy.

He had fun all summer, until one day,
His parents told him, they had to move away.
Marc took it like a man, and helped them to pack.
He stored up his surf board, and did not look back.

A few days later, they had left L.A.
They were going to Chicago, a long ways away.
Marc was happy, but he also was sad,
He hated to give up sufing, which was why he felt so bad.

In Chicago, Marc quickly made friends,
But he also got in some pretty nasty trends.
Where he now lived, alcohol was king.
Marc, for his virtue, made it to the inner ring.

Marc never touched alcohol before he moved
But now he always drank, and it was proved;
That a surfer boy, whose life was spent on the waves,
Could easily change the way he behaves.

Marc could drink, ounce upon ounce,
Anything a drunk could pronounce.
Marc became an alcoholic, his parents noticed one day,
When he was beginning to slip slowly away.

They decided, it was time to move on,
Slowly Marc’s battle was being won.
They packed up, and took a plane back to L.A.
There they turned Marc, and his surf board, loose on the beach to play.

That is how he won the battle, that surfer boy named Marc.
Now he surfs from afternoon till well after dark.
Surfing is his pastime, his life line, his joy,
Yep, Marc is one of the best, even though he is a boy.