I´m goin´ down south
´Neath the borderline
I´m goin´ down south
´Neath the borderline
Some fat momma
Kissed my mouth one time

Well, I knew it this morning
Without a shadow of doubt
I knew it this morning
Without a shadow of doubt
My suitcase is packed
My clothes are hangin´ out

San Francisco is fine
You sure get lots of sun
San Francisco is fine
You sure get lots of sun
But I´m used to four seasons
California´s got but one

[Harmonica solo]

Well, I got my dark sunglasses
I got for good luck my black tooth
I got my dark sunglasses
And for good luck I got my black tooth
Don´t ask me nothin´ about nothin´
I just might tell you the truth