Safka Record people ain't like others They give bullets to their lovers They get T-shirts and they get bu*tons They go from having to having nothing Movie people make the moves Record men live in the grooves They're always flying to better weather They go swimming in the middle of the winter Ma, I'm on the move again You see, I married me a record man We gotta move to California Oh Ma, I guess this is goodbye You see record folks live very high To shake the hills of California Wanna shake the hills of California I was shot down right in the middle of the fog Shot down, poor thing She was shot down, oh she was, poor thing mmm Was shot down right in the middle of the thought In the middle of. . . Shot down, oh, I was shot down, shot down, shot down Oh Ma, I'm on the road again
You see, I married me a music man We gotta move to California Oh Ma, I guess this is goodbye You see record folks live very high To shake the hills of California I'm gonna shake the hills of California Lawyers who become producers They schuk and jive the golden goose Movers and comers who write and publish Chicken parts, rhubarb, hot ones and rubbish Ma, I'm on the move again You see, I married me a session man We're gonna move to California Oh Ma, I guess this is goodbye You see record folks live very high To shake the hills of California I wanna shake the hills of California Record people ain't like others They give bullets to their lovers They get T-shirts and they get bu*tons They go from having to Go from having to Go from having to Go