West Coast Calamities

"I'm davy jones, enjoy the music"

She's a pussycat like every man is a snake

It's well after 8

But the sun sets the light on her gown

He booked a room at the areola inn for a date

The slut took the bait, huh

And the waves were crashing loud in TJ

West coast calamities

Run up and down the coastline

Better than east coast calamities

Are weather and crap designs on leather

West coast calamities

Are too much breeze and sunshine, oh well

West coast calamities

Get better every time forever

No political problems

No artistic elites

No skyscrapers to crash into

Or statues of liberty

The calamities of love

Are just enough for me

Staying home, feeling sick

With my palm in my pants

Choking on gas

And I'm breaking wind-ows with my pain (pane)

I want a chick who puts up with my shit and puts out

Like a little girl scout

I want my west coast baby

Baby baby baby, where you headed

Are you leaving town?

Have those rich folks' evil words

Brought you down for good, they should

West coast calamities

Run up and down the coastline

Better than east coast calamities

Are weather and crap designs on leather

West coast calamities

Are too much breeze and sunshine, oh well

West coast calamities

Get better every time forever

No political problems

No artistic elites

No skyscrapers to crash into

Oh, statues of liberty

No, the calamities of love

Are enough for me

Dig it, honey

This next part's like skip spence a little bit

You know, you got your little object

Twinkle twinkle, you got one