Down in Santa Rosa over the bay   Across the grapevine to L.A.   We got desert, we got trees   We got the hills of Beverly   Let's burn the hills of Beverly      Walk with your credit card in the air   Swing your nose just like you just don't care   This is the slow sick sucking part of me   This is the slow sick sucking part of me   And when I suck in kisses, it's ours      Up to the top of the Shasta gulch   And to the bottom of the Tahoe lakes   Man made deltas and concrete rivers   The south takes what the north delivers   You film hack, I don't use your fade      Lost in the foothills of my pride   Trocadero, say good night   To the last psychedelic band   From Sac to northern Cal   From Sac to northern Cal      Take it neighbor, 'cause you're my neighbor   And I need favors, you're my neighbor   You've done me favors, 'cause I'm your neighbor   I'm not your neighbor, you Bakersfield trash   Trash! Trash!