I kicked out of the surf (oh, mama)
And stuck my board in the sand
And then up in my Woody (oh, mama)
To a hamburger stand
And when I got back (oh, mama)
My nine five board was gone

She said
Yeah, she said

(Finders keepers) finders keepers
(Losers weepers) losers weepers
(Finders keepers) finders keepers
Finders keepers, losers weepers

I saw a Hodaddy (oh, mama)
Paddlin' out by the pier
Well, he must've got my board (oh, mama)
'Cause mine isn't here
But now I know how to fix him (oh, mama)
I'll just raise that meatball flag

He said
Yeah, he said

(Finders keepers) finders keepers
(Losers weepers) losers weepers
(Finders keepers) finders keepers
Finders keepers, losers weepers

He took off on the swell (oh, mama)
When he saw the flag
He's just a crazy Hodaddy (oh, mama)
Pullin' some kind of gag
He went over the falls (oh, mama)
And now my board's comin' back to me

I said
Yes, I said

(Finders keepers) finders keepers
(Losers weepers) losers weepers
(Finders keepers) finders keepers
Finders keepers, losers weepers

(Oh, mama)
That'll teach him to mess with my board
(Oh, mama)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Brian Douglas Wilson, Michael E. Love