Oh Lord, I Hate You California

I'm always tryin' to call ya, Papa

So Portland sounds ain't all ya know

But I'm a 21st century hang-up who

Can hardly use his phone

Oh no we don't mean nothin' by it

You boys will all be fine

Shit hit I-5 south hundred eighty miles

Instead of droppin' yous a line

And I used to shake a finger at my friends

Who up and went and moved

Dude I am sympathizing with you more

For seein' some new hues

But Lord, I hate you California

I guess give me Santa Cruz

Man I know it's sleetin' outside

And it's damn near close to June

Oh if this old dope could go rope the sun

Well I'd yank it over you

And the dogs all howl behind me

And from the cats, they claw and hiss

And I guess I'm blessed to know my place is right here

Sittin' in the midst

And that is why I got no reason

To get on up and move

Dude I can understand your rationale

For seein' some new hues

Oh Lord, I hate you California

But please give me Santa Cruz

Oh, ain't it funny how the weather seems to resemble my very mood?

And it goes one buck short for everything I'm doin'

Two still feet that I've gotta keep movin'

Three more shops 'round the block got looted

When every little birdie has to go and flee the coop and

Oh, ain't it funny how the weather seems to resemble my very mood?

Oh Lord I hate you California

But please give me Santa Cruz