I′m a tangled tiger and I want to rip it all to shreds

So I can ask it why

She's a loaded cobra and she wanted to be with me for the rideIn a Sunday diner, I′m reminded there's no finer place to kiss than one like this

But babe, I can't see what′s right with you

White braids and pillow chair

I could spend my nights with you

This pussy willow

Babe, I can′t see all sides of you

White braids and pillow chair

I don't know what I would do without your pillow

She′s a Bobby Darin singing to the fish and herring sacrifice

Oh, that's her knife

There′s a Karmann Ghiah parked out back and we believe it is alive (oh)

You can see the river runnin' through my devastated concrete eyes

They don′t deny

But babe, I can't see what's right with you

White braids and pillow chair

I could spend my nights with you

This pussy willow

Babe, I can′t see all sides of you

White braids and pillow chair

I don′t know what I would do

California blue

Sing to you, things to do

California blue

Sing to you

Deep Ventura sky

Rolling by, rolling why

Deep Ventura sky

Rolling by

Santa Cruz in June

Either blue, surf the moon

Santa Cruz in June

Surf the moon

San Francisco Bay

Safe to say, paved the way

San Francisco Bay

Paved the way