Lyrics:

Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)

George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)

Napoleon Murphy Brock (flute, tenor saxophone, vocals)

Chester Thompson (drums)

Tom Fowler (bass)

Ruth Underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion)

Bloodshot Rollin' Red (harmonica)

Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals)



She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago

His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato



She's in love with a boy

>From the rodeo

Who pulls the rope on the chute

When they let those suckers go



He's a slobberin' drunk at the Palomino

They give him thirty days in San Ber'dino



Well there's forty-four men

Stashed away in tank "C"

An' there's only one shower

But it don't apply to Bobby



You may think they're

Dumb an' lonely

But you're wrong

'Cause their love is strong

Stacked-up hair

An' a cheap little ring

They don't care

'Cause it don't mean a thing



Looka there...

They don't care



Best-est way that

They can feel-o

Out on the highway

Rollin' a wheel-o

He's her Tootsie

She's for real-o

Trailer park heaven

It's a real good deal-o

Real good deal-o

Real good deal-o

Real good deal-o



The rest of their lives

In San Ber'dino

Gonna spend the rest of their lives

In San Ber'dino

The rest of their lives

In San Ber'dino

Come on with me

Come on with me

Come on with me

Down in San Ber'dino

Just 60 miles, 60 miles

Down the San Ber'dino freeway

They got some dark green air

An' you can choke all day

That's right!

Gonna spend the rest of their lives

Rest of their lives

Rest of their lives



Say now

Ain't talkin' 'bout Fontana

Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh

Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh

Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh

Ain't talkin' 'bout the Redlands, no no

ZULCH is the auto works

I'm telling you

That's where they take

All the cars that they hurt

Come on and let's all go down to San Ber'dino

Ooo-ooo

Ooo-ooo

Ooo-ooo

Let's-a go down down down

Down in San Ber'dino

Wouldja b'lieve it

San Ber'dino

San Ber'dino

(Got to call it)

San Ber'dino

(C'mere)

San Ber'dino

etc., etc., etc.

The rest of their lives

In San Ber'dino



Oh Bobby, I'm sorry you gotta head like a potato

I really am