i think i'm going to california

visions of skin covered in roses

i'm so happy i got blond

watch the sun till its black

take your friends made of paper

hold them over a match



chorus:

i'm letting the good times roll

i'm down in the rabbit hole

i've got a mexican radio

me and my rubber soul



it's just my 19th nervous breakdown

some girls in rehabilitation

well its just like a movie

as a matter of fact

i'm gonna get me an army

dress all your men up in black



chorus