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I'm always tryin' to call ya papa so Portland sounds aren't all ya knowBut I'm a 21st century hang-up who can hardly use his phoneOh no we don't mean nothin' by itYour boys will all be fineShit I should hit I-5 south one hundred and eighty miles instead of droppin' you a lineWell I used to shake a finger at my friends who up and went and movedDude I am sympathizing with you more for seein' some new huesBut oh lord I hate you California I guess give me Santa CruzAnd I know it's rainin' outside and it's damn near end of JuneDamn if this old dope could go rope the sunWell I'd yank it over youAnd the dogs all howl behind meIn front the cats they claw and hissAnd i guess I'm blessed to know my place is right here sittin' in the midstAnd that is why I got no reason to get on up and moveDude i can understand your rationale for seein' some new huesBut oh lord I hate you California but please give me Santa CruzOh 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 lootedCause every little birdie has to go and flee the coopAnd 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 Aus Songtexte Mania