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

And I know it's sleeting 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 got to keep movin'
Three more shops round the block got looted
When every little birdie has to go and flee the coop
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