Beach Side Property

[Verse 1] "Wow!" said the broken Californian down On the beach that used to be by the beach Town hasn't moved but it's getting closer, losing ground Making better views and close relaxing sounds Ground sure don't like the way it's treated so now It's moving back to the sea Plan to hitch a ride with the river Cause deep down plumbing life is too cramped for me [Verse 2] I got wood legs and bow legs and no legs at all Damn! Would you take a collect call? Oh no, I don't understand I got poor eyes and sore eyes and no eyes at all Damn! Would you take the fall? Oh no, I don't like this plan It was a staple of brass tacks and waxed backs A message left on the forehead of God Sent sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song, this song ...This song: "We're going union like they say We'll buy the congregation Then one day, you'll find us sitting In your chair with big ideas of stocks and shares"