Lying on a Californian Beach
Completely out of reach
Last night you had Judy on the phone
But now you found out no one’s at home
They’re joyfully playing in the sand
You wish they’d crash the plane on land
The little minded slender girl
Is showing off her latest swirl

And no one is there just for you
The sun is bright but you’re feeling blue
The telephone is off the hook
They’re beautiful and you’re afraid to look
So you just take another beer
You have no friends - no one is here
Flipping through a magazine
There’s nothing that you haven’t seen
Another day, another dime
Just praying away this awful time

You’ll wake up in L.A.
You’ll wake up in L.A. by yourself
You’ll wake up in L.A.
You’ll wake up in L.A. by yourself

There’s nothing there to suit ya
But, hey dude, it’s California
Where The Terminator reigns supreme
And everybody has a dream
But everybody just ain’t me
So let us get away from here
The 101 until we reach the end
That’ll be a lovely day spend

You’ll wake up in L.A.
You’ll wake up in L.A. by yourself
You’ll wake up in L.A.
You’ll wake up in L.A. by yourself

Finally you will take another test
Where you’ll be just like all the rest
Your rejection will be send in mail
By the time you crack another nail
Stripping off your hardwood floor
And begging God for that little more
Fuck it; you will never ever reach
That skinny girl with her teeth in bleach