Lyrics:

'Wow!' said the broken Californian downOn the beach that used to be by the beachTown hasn't moved but's getting closer, losing groundMaking better views and close relaxing soundsGround sure don't like the way it's treated so nowIt's moving back to the seaPlan to hitch a ride with the riverCuz deep down plumbing life is too cramped for meI got wood legs and bow legs and no legs at allGoddamn! Would you accept a collect call?Oh no, I don't understandI got sore eyes and poor eyes and no eyes at allGoddamn! Would you like to take a fall?No I don't like this planIt was a staple of brass tacks and waxed backsA memo left on the forehead of GodSent sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song:'We're going union like they sayWe'll buy the congregationThen one day, you'll find us sittingin your chairs with big ideas of stocks and shares.'