Lyrics Catalina - The Bronx, Descendents

Catalina

My room’s a mess and I don’t care
I’m tired of sitting at my desk
You can’t bother me
Man, I’m far away
I got to get away
You can’t ruin my day
You can’t tell me what to do
And you cannot make me think that I love you
Shoot it in your arm, you can’t hurt me
I’m on my way to Catalina
I’m not going to read your books
My tank’s full of squid, it’s getting light
And you whores, you can’t make me want
I got all the fish I need on the deck of my boat
You can’t break my heart when I’m here
Long swim home for your cute little
I’ll steal some gas
And fix my motor
Turn on my Beatles tape
And get you out of my head
Ah yes, here I am, far away from you
The only fish that I smell is on the deck of my boat
You know I really want to go
But scotch tape
Looks like I’m stuck here
But I’ll steal some gas
Fix my motor
Turn on my Doors tape
And get you out of my head
Get you out of my head
Ah, head