Album: Whatever Happened to P.J. Soles?
Well, I got your late night call
You're in the center of it all
You're having a ball
And you're really doing fine
On west coast time
And I believe you
But here's one for the coast
And the people with the most
The pretty pretty folks
The west coast folks
And here we go again
It's never gonna end
We're all so sick of California songs
Yeah, we know you love L.A.
There's nothing left to say
Please, no more California songs
And fuck New York too
Yeah, you're heaven is a lie
Just more shit that I don't buy
And they're heading for the coast
They're moving out in droves
Sending back reports on the radio
With messages the same
It's getting pretty lame
California dreaming's on the radio
And here we go again
It's never gonna end
We're all so sick of California songs
Yeah, we know you love L.A.
There's nothing left to say
Please, no more California songs
And fuck New York too