Lyrics:

'Wow!' said the broken Californian down On the beach that used to be by the beach Town hasn't moved but's getting closer, losing ground Making better views and close relaxing sounds Ground sure don't like the way it's treated so now It's moving back to the sea Plan to hitch a ride with the river Cuz deep down plumbing life is too cramped for me I got wood legs and bow legs and no legs at all Goddamn! Would you accept a collect call? Oh no, I don't understand I got sore eyes and poor eyes and no eyes at all Goddamn! Would you like to take a fall? No I don't like this plan It was a staple of brass tacks and waxed backs A memo left on the forehead of God Sent sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song: 'We're going union like they say We'll buy the congregation Then one day, you'll find us sitting in your chairs with big ideas of stocks and shares.'