I'm thinkin' about movin' to California,
some place nice and warm
give Jack Foerocoso forwarding address
will you tell him that I've gone?
I'm thinkin' about findin' me a woman,
a lady with nice shoes
I'll tell her she's the one,
could we possibly lose?
and we'll head out on the ocean blue,
come on blue don't leave your shoes
there's room for you and there's room for me
all you gotta do is just leave
I'm thinkin' about findin' me a sunrise
some place far from here
where the weather's nice
the beach is right, and water is so clear
I'm thinkin' about me and all my best friends
tired of our plans
packin' up our dreams and things
we're gonna (???) in the sand
and we'll head out on the ocean blue,
come on blue don't leave your shoes
there's room for you and there's room for me
all you gotta do
is tell my lanlord not to worry, she can keep the TV
and tell my neighbors downstairs who grow tired of my feet
don't you worry, you won't ever hear from me,
and to anyone who stays, I beg you to leave