| San Francisco Bay, past pier thirty-nine
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| Early p. |
| m, can’t remember what time
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| Got the waiting cab stopped at the red light
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| Address, unsure of but it turned out just right
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| It started straight off: Coming here is Hell
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| That’s his first words, we asked what he meant
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| He said, «Where you from?» |
| we told him a lot
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| We take a holiday, is this what you want?
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| To have a nice day
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| Have a nice day
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| Have a nice day
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| Have a nice day
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| Lie around all day, have a drink to chase
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| Yourself and tourists, yeah, that’s what I hate
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| He said, «We're going wrong», we’ve all become the same
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| We dress the same ways, only our accents change
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| So have a nice day
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| Have a nice day
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| Have a nice day
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| Swim in the ocean, that be my dish
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| I drive around all day and kill the processed fish
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| It’s all money gum, no artists anymore
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| You’re only in it now to it make more, more and more
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| So have a nice day
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| Have a nice day |