California's brighter
than a paparazzi flash
Sentimental like a fake eyelash
High and mighty like a junkie's mind
Down and dirty as a 49er mine
Won't you come on over girl
and end this malaise?
I just can't wait to see you comin' through
the LA haze

Martina, Martina
Come on over to our trailer
We're feeling kinda low today
Crashed and burned down in LA
and you know that I'm not comin' on
But we wondered if you'd sing along?
If only you would harmonize
Find the smile in your grey, green eyes

My friend Chip he looks about to faint
Burned his finger on a skillet
and he touched the wet paint
Swamp man's pounding
on a borrowed drum
Pablo's still waitin
for the sushi to come

I'm feelin like a
third string back up singer
'neath a quarter moon
But I'm half way to your heart, girl
Won't you meet
me there soon?

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