Paroles de Mick's Tape

jettin off to the coast where the boys all taste like toast i'm getting off to the coast where the girls all taste like scope when i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your ghost i'm getting off to the place where the boys all taste like paste i'm getting 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 in to 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 they're home free and all these twin cities are ganging up on me lately and i've been digging through the ashtrays