I've got a place out in Montauk
Jeff's got a chick on the Cape
Mike's winning big in Atlantic City
But we're all homesick for LA
Paul Simon wants to boil us a lobster
James Taylor's planning us a clambake
Bruce wants to crack us some crab claws
But we've got to get back to LA
Back to LA
Back to LA
I'm talkin right away
But we're too afraid, because
Those Santa Ana winds
They'll blow you away
Those Santa Ana winds
They're comin for ya, cha cha
We cry when we hear The Beach Boys
Can't bear to watch films or TVs
We had a dream about an avocado
We shaped our mashed potatoes into palm trees
But those Santa Ana winds
They'll blow you away
Those Santa Ana winds
They'll getcha real good
The Dyson Airblade nearly
Chopped my dick off
And all I ever tried to do was
Dry my prick off
But the incident reminded me of why I can never go home
Cuz there's a pesky, warm westerly wind
And I don't wanna get pwned
And it's sad, because
Well
California is a hell of a town
Boulevards up, starry sidewalks down
I wanna cruise through the hills in my string bikini
Kickflip, grind, grind, ollie, ollie, oh yeah
Those Santa Ana winds
They'll blow you away
Those Santa Ana winds
They'll blow you away
Those Santa Ana winds
They'll blow you away
Those Santa Ana winds
They'll blow your ass out, chief