Terry Scott Taylor - Capistrano Beach lyrics

Chorus: Oh fly on you mixed up swallows, this is not the stop that God planned You are over San Juan's crippled sister and it's best you do not land Sing your song to Junipero Serra Ask him why we were left in the breach Could have used a good missionary here in Capistrano Beach Got a stepdad in Tampa, most my friends have moved on Got an old gal who's a habit I suppose I love still We used to imagine our kids would fill two station wagons and we'd live in the Palisades over the hill Now big money owns the high cliffs and the ocean view leases Down here theres sewage backed up in Bacteria Bay And the wild dogs chase the bikers along the gray hopeless beaches where the drugged punks chuck driftwood, get tanned so they'll look good when they're beatin' up drifters and gays (Chorus) Ol' Jesus got busted but his restaurant's still open They got a rat or two in there and a fine chili relleno With all the stiff competition Leo's Liquor is closin' Poor Leo went down drinkin' whisky and Drano Well, the grade school burned up k**in' mean old Miss Day who pinched our young arms when we got her too mad She'd tear up when she'd read to us from Hemingway Don't know why to this day I still visit her gravesite Hope she knows I only turned out half bad We'll think about Mexico and livin' down there I've heard of guys like me makin' new starts, out on their own fishin' boats with the wind in their hair but this town whispers low sayin' "you'll never go... hey brother, till d**h do us part" (Chorus)