Klaymen Takes the 'A' Train

Chorus: 
  Oh fly on you mixed up swallows, 
  this is not the stop 
  that God planned 
  You are over San Juan's 
  crippled sister 
  and it's best you do not land 
  Sing your song to Junipero Serra 
  Ask him why we were left 
  in the breach 
  Could have used a good missionary 
  here in Capistrano Beach 

  Got a stepdad in Tampa, 
  most my friends have moved on 
  Got an old gal who's a habit 
  I suppose I love still 
  We used to imagine our kids 
  would fill two station wagons 
  and we'd live in the Palisades 
  over the hill 

  Now big money 
  owns the high cliffs 
  and the ocean view leases 
  Down here theres sewage 
  backed up in Bacteria Bay 
  And the wild dogs chase the bikers 
  along the gray hopeless beaches 
  where the drugged punks 
  chuck driftwood, 
  get tanned so they'll look good 
  when they're beatin' up 
  drifters and gays 

  (Chorus) 

  Ol' Jesus got busted 
  but his restaurant's still open 
  They got a rat or two in there 
  and a fine chili relleno 
  With all the stiff competition 
  Leo's Liquor is closin' 
  Poor Leo went down 
  drinkin' whisky and Drano 

  Well, the grade school burned up 
  killin' mean old Miss Day 
  who pinched our young arms 
  when we got her too mad 
  She'd tear up when she'd 
  read to us 
  from Hemingway 
  Don't know why to this day I 
  still visit her gravesite 
  Hope she knows I only turned out 
  half bad 

  We'll think about Mexico 
  and livin' down there 
  I've heard of guys like me 
  makin' new starts, 
  out on their own fishin' boats 
  with the wind in their hair 
  but this town whispers low 
  sayin' "you'll never go... 
  hey brother, till death do us part" 

  (Chorus)