San Diego
words and music by Roy Zimmerman
© 1996 Watunes (BMI)
(From "What's Left?"

Come with me to San Diego
We will find our kind of people there
Headin' south, I'm goin' where they go
For the sunshine and hot air

Summertime in San Diego
Sure to be a grand old party there
GOPAC the kids in the Winnebago
With bananas in their hair

Shopping for a gun and a flag and a loaf of white bread
And it's all a write-off
Staying up for hours with that nice policeman in our bed
Honey, turn the light off

You and me in sandy San Diego
With the immigrants between our toes
High-rise condos wherever we may go
And schools and hospitals to close
Lover, come with me
Lover, come with me

Can't you see us under the stars just warming our hands
On the constitution
Posing for the camera and taking a very moral stand
And a contribution

Come with me to San Diego
We'll take the world and be reimbursed
Line me up and point me and say go
Then we'll go to hell, America first
Lover, come with me
Lover, come with me
Lover, come with me