Jettin off to the coast where the boys all taste like toast
I'm getting off to the coast where the girls all taste like scope
When i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your ghost
I'm getting off to the place where the boys all taste like paste
I'm getting off to the place where the girls all get so wasted
When i get to sacramento, i'm gonna jettison your facelift
So hike up your hitchhiking shorts, we're roadtrippin
Walked into the walk-in cooler, bought in to the three day bender
And the guys in the bathroom wanna meet that girl in the backroom
They've got a little message from someone who's been tryin to get through
Now we're going to the land of the liquid tan
They've got a hardcore scene and no straight-edge bands
I felt like i'd be double-teamed by the liquor and the cig machine
And they reached into his pocket, grabbed onto his wallet
And his car keys, yeah they're home free
And all these twin cities are ganging up on me lately
And i've been digging through the ashtrays