burgers at a backyard barbequewe'll drink beers till the baby stops crying.we made our shoes wet in the sprinklersbut we ain't goin nowhere, we ain't dyin, we had cigarette butts in a tin by the fireand cockroach getting nearer to the ranch dipI take a potato chip and try to kill the bugthis ain't california, we ain't tryin to be hip I remember when pee wee herman triedto marry a fruit salad