Not by Brian Wilson, May 1965 - and not featured on the 1966 Beach Boys, Poet Sounds album.

A surfin' dude, a sandy beach;

I wax my board, new tricks to teach.

I hang my five, and maybe ten

And then I do it all again:

For me the girls are out of reach

Those pretty girls, each one a peach

A place for them, my little niche,

I chase the waves, and them, in vain

- A surfin' dude?

The West-Coast girls, don't want a leech;

They say my style's too nouveau riche.

But, It's their loss, and no-ones gain,

Those deuce-coupe types drive me insane:

For Girls like that don't go with geeks

But surfin' dudes.