You got none in your pockets   You got none in your hands   Well, I don't have to see your eyes   To know what you're not thinkin'      And even when you're not the best   You still try hard as hell   Well, I saw him walkin' in the alley   He stopped to wish me well   And he told me go to California   'Cause that's where it all sells      And I knew this girl from Atlantic City   Full of generality   All she could do is talk and smile   But she got the best of me      And even when you're not the best   You still try hard as hell   Well, I saw her walkin' in the alley   She stopped to wish me well   And she told me go to California   'Cause that's where it all sells      And you find porch on Church Avenue   You're laughin' at me now   'Cause you were standin' when I came here   And you're still standin'      And when you know you're not the best   You hope no one can tell   Well, I saw them layin' in the alley   I stopped to wish them well   And you know I went to California