"Wow!" said the broken Californian down

On the beach that used to be by the beach

Town hasn't moved but's getting closer, losing ground

Making better views and close relaxing sounds

Ground sure don't like the way it's treated so now

It's moving back to the sea

Plan to hitch a ride with the river

Cuz deep down plumbing life is too cramped for me

I got wood legs and bow legs and no legs at all

Goddamn! Would you accept a collect call?

Oh no, I don't understand

I got sore eyes and poor eyes and no eyes at all

Goddamn! Would you like to take a fall?

No I don't like this plan

It was a staple of brass tacks and waxed backs

A memo left on the forehead of God

Sent sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song:

"We're going union like they say

We'll buy the congregation

Then one day, you'll find us sitting

in your chairs with big ideas of stocks and shares."