I'm always tryin' to call ya papa so Portland sounds ain't all ya know
But I'm a 21st century hang-up who can hardly use his phone
Oh no we don't mean nothin' by it
Your boys will all be fine

Should hit I-5 south, hundred and eighty miles instead of droppin' yous a line
And I used to shake a finger at my friends who up and went and moved
Dude I am sympathizing with you more for seein' some new hues
But lord I hate you California
I guess give me Santa Cruz

And I know it's sleeting outside and it's damn near close to June
Oh if this old dope could go rope the sun
Well I'd yank it over you
And the dogs all howl behind me
And from the cats, they claw and hiss
And i guess I'm blessed to know my place is right here sittin' in the midst
And that is why I got no reason to get on up and move
Dude i can understand your rationale for seein' some new hues
Oh lord I hate you California, but please give me Santa Cruz

Oh ain't it funny how the weather seems to resemble my very mood?
And it goes one buck short for everything I'm doin'
Two still feet that I've got to keep movin'
Three more shops round the block got looted
Cause every little birdie has to go and flee the coop
And oh ain't it funny how the weather seems to resemble my very mood?
Oh lord I hate you California but please give me Santa Cruz


Lyrics submitted by CujoEtner, edited by monkeydoe

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