Man with no story Living on the edge of history Lying face up in the sand brown body Can't see his dream dying I'm living in Marina Del Rey Man, you better get a job I'm living off the sun and the sea In Marina Del Ray, yeah They come here from the clover To dream and drown and make money Drawn to the land of the plenty Well, baby, that's all over Drinking coca-cola Writing their names in the sand I smoke some shit, made me paranoid I feel like a fish on dry land Yes, I'm living in Marina Del Rey Man, you better get a job I'm living off the sun and the sea In Marina Del Ray ♪ Hey, yeah ♪ Yeah, oh baby, I'm living in Marina Del Rey Man, you better get a job, yeah I'm living off the sun and the sea In Marina Del Ray, hey, yeah, yeah I'm living in Marina Del Rey Man, you better get a job Living off the sun and the sea In Marina Del Ray Alright