California

Well, she followed him from phoenix out to California
And then she passed out on the bed
And all the little things he never even asked her for
She simply smiled and shook her head
Why can't we smile just like we used to
Why don't you figure anymore

Why has my sympathy now turned to malice
It doesn't matter any more
And now I realize I'm livin' like a trucker does
Although I haven't got the belly
And though she followed me to California all the way
I only want to watch the telly
Why can't we smile just like we used to
Why don't you figure anymore

Why has my sympathy now turned to malice
It doesn't matter any more
He asked her please stop quotin' Rod McKuen in your post cards
Can't understand it anymore

And if your gonna read your poetry aloud to me
I'll have to show you to the door
Why can't we smile just like we used to
Why don't you figure anymore

Why has my sympathy now turned to malice
It doesn't matter any more