"Wow," said the broken Californian down   On the beach that used to be by the beach   Town hasn't moved but's gettin' closer, losin' ground   Makin' better views and close relaxin' sounds      Ground sure don't like the way it's treated so now   It's movin' back to the sea   Plan to hitch a ride with the river   'Cause deep down plumbin' life is too cramped for me      I got wood legs and bow legs and no legs at all   Goddamn, would you take a collect call?   Oh no, I don't understand      I got poor eyes and sore eyes and no eyes at all   Goddamn would you take a fall?   Oh no, I don't like this plan      It was a staple of brass tacks and waxed backs   Oh yeah, a message left on the forehead of God   Sent sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song   This song, this song      We're goin' union like they say   We'll buy the congregation   Then one day, you'll find us sittin'   In your chairs with big ideas of stocks and shares      We're goin' union like they say   We'll buy the congregation   Then one day, you'll find us sittin'   In your chairs with big ideas of stocks and shares