jettin' off to the coast where the boys all taste like toast
I'm gettin' off to the coast where the girls all taste like Scope
when I get to Sacramento, I'm gonna jettison your ghost
I'm gettin' off to the place where the boys all taste like paste
I'm gettin' off to the place where the girls all get so wasted
when I get to Sacramento, I'm gonna jettison your facelift

so hike up your hitchhiking shorts
we're roadtrippin'
walked into the walk-in cooler
bought into the three day bender
and the guys in the bathroom
wanna meet that girl in the backroom
they've got a little message from someone
who's been tryin' to get through

now we're going to the land of the liquid tan
they've got a hardcore scene and no straight-edge bands
I felt like I'd be double-teamed
by the liquor and the cig machine
and they reached into his pocket
grabbed onto his wallet and his car keys
yeah, we're home free
and all these Twin Cities
are ganging up on me lately
and I've been digging through the ashtrays

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