Lyrics:

San Francisco Bay past pier thirtynine
Early PM can't remember what time
Got the waiting cab, stopped at the red light
Address unsure of, but it turned out just right
It started straight off, 'coming here is hell'
Thats his first words we asked what it meant
He said 'Where you from' we told him our lot
When ya' take a holiday is this what you want?
Have a nice day
Lie around all day have a drink to cheese
'Yourself and tourists, thats what I hate'
He said 'We're going wrong, we've all become the same
We dress the same way only our accents change'
So have a nice day
'Swim in the ocean that be my dish
I drive around all day and kill processed fish
Its all money gum, no artists anymore
Your only in it now to make more more more'