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Back in the days when Dana Point was still good There was a cat named Mickey Dora He was a rebel from Hollywood And he ruled the surf on the California shore He wore dark glasses and he needed to shave He got rides that went for a mile Everyone agrees that he rode a mean wave But what's more important is he did it with style Surfrider beach was his turf He was a master of walking the nose He was the king of the surf He was constantly getting ten toed Surfed for Greg Noll Had his own model He ripped the inside bowl But he traded it all for a wine bottle His arch rival Johnny Fain And other guys like Dewey Weber Got driven to drink or then went insane Cause they tried to outdo him but they could never He used to slide from 3rd point to first Mickey Dora, where are you? You thought it was bad then, now it's even worse A million leashed-up kooks at Malibu From the surf media he is out of reach They say that he may be in Africa today Picking up a big diamond on the beach Or screaming in a green room at Jeffery's bay Blowing reefer, shooting the pier Flashing butt cheeks, drinking beer He was the best, the judges gave him a zero Fuck those contests, he is our hero Surfed for Greg Noll Had his own model Ripped the fuck outta the inside bowl But he traded it for a wine bottle