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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 clam bake
Bruce wants to crack into 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
Will blow you away
Those Santa Ana Winds
They're comin' for you 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
Will blow you away
Those Santa Ana Winds
They'll get ya real good

The Dyson Air Blade nearly
Chopped my dick off
And all I ever tried to do was
Dry my prick off
But that incident reminded me of why I can never go home
Cause there's a pesky, warm, westerly wind
And I don't want to get pwned
And it's sad
Because…

Well
California is a hell of a town
Boulevards up [??] sidewalks down
I wanna cruise through the hills in a string bikini
Kickflip, grind grind, ollie ollie, oh yeah

Those Santa Ana Winds
Will blow you away
Those Santa Ana Winds
Will blow you away
Those Santa Ana Winds
Will blow you away
Those Santa Ana Winds
They'll blow your ass out, chief

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