"i'm davy jones, enjoy the music" She's a p**ycat like every man is a snake It's well after 8 But the sun sets the light on her gown He booked a room at the areola inn for a date The s*ut took the bait, huh And the waves were crashing loud in TJ West coast calamities Run up and down the coastline Better than east coast calamities Are weather and crap designs on leather West coast calamities Are too much breeze and sunshine, oh well West coast calamities Get better every time forever No political problems No artistic elites No skyscrapers to crash into Or statues of liberty The calamities of love Are just enough for me Staying home, feeling sick With my palm in my pants Choking on gas And i'm breaking wind-ows with my pain (pane) I want a chick who puts up with my sh** and puts out Like a little girl scout I want my west coast baby Baby baby baby, where you headed Are you leaving town? Have those rich folks' evil words Brought you down for good, they should West coast calamities Run up and down the coastline Better than east coast calamities Are weather and crap designs on leather West coast calamities Are too much breeze and sunshine, oh well West coast calamities Get better every time forever No political problems No artistic elites No skyscrapers to crash into Oh, statues of liberty No, the calamities of love Are enough for me Dig it, honey This next part's like skip spence a little bit You know, you got your little object Twinkle twinkle, you got one