jettin off to the coast where the boys all taste like 
toast
i'm getting off to the coast where the girls all taste 
like scope
when i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your ghost
i'm getting off to the place where the boys all taste 
like paste
i'm getting off to the place where the girls all get so 
wasted
when i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your 
facelift

so hike up your hitchhiking shorts, we're roadtrippin
walked into the walk-in cooler, bought in to the three 
day bender
and the guys in the bathroom wanna meet that girl in the 
backroom
they've got a little message from someone who's been 
tryin to get through

now we're going to the land of the liquid tan
they've got a hardcore scene and no straight-edge bands
i felt like i'd be double-teamed by the liquor and the 
cig machine
and they reached into his pocket, grabbed onto his wallet
and his car keys, yeah they're home free
and all these twin cities are ganging up on me lately
and i've been digging through the ashtrays