I got the buzz that you get | |
From a cold ice beer | |
On a hot beach in Mexico | |
Swayin' señorita's stepping out of the sea | |
Throws her hair back and smiles hello | |
I got surf music playin' | |
In my head on a loop | |
"Help me Rhonda" and "Be true to your school" | |
So here am I many figures of blue sky | |
Pretty cool for an English fool | |
You just sail the sea | |
Then you point your car and drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Then you cross that border line | |
On the way I dropped in | |
To see a dear old friend | |
Made himself a life in L.A. | |
He said "Brother it's so good | |
Just to see you again | |
How come you don't want to stay?" | |
Said I "I'd love to stay | |
But I just ain't got the time | |
I've got to leave California | |
Get myself 'cross that border line" | |
Let's ride | |
I've be driving myself all night | |
Waves keep rolling | |
The suns starts thinking about | |
Sinking into the sea | |
Blood-red horizon | |
Tequila sun rising | |
There's no place I'd rather be | |
You just sail the sea | |
Then you point your car and drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Then you cross that border line | |
You just cross the ocean | |
Then you take that westward drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Get yourself 'cross that border line | |
Let's ride | |
Head for the border line |
I got the buzz that you get | |
From a cold ice beer | |
On a hot beach in Mexico | |
Swayin' se orita' s stepping out of the sea | |
Throws her hair back and smiles hello | |
I got surf music playin' | |
In my head on a loop | |
" Help me Rhonda" and " Be true to your school" | |
So here am I many figures of blue sky | |
Pretty cool for an English fool | |
You just sail the sea | |
Then you point your car and drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Then you cross that border line | |
On the way I dropped in | |
To see a dear old friend | |
Made himself a life in L. A. | |
He said " Brother it' s so good | |
Just to see you again | |
How come you don' t want to stay?" | |
Said I " I' d love to stay | |
But I just ain' t got the time | |
I' ve got to leave California | |
Get myself ' cross that border line" | |
Let' s ride | |
I' ve be driving myself all night | |
Waves keep rolling | |
The suns starts thinking about | |
Sinking into the sea | |
Bloodred horizon | |
Tequila sun rising | |
There' s no place I' d rather be | |
You just sail the sea | |
Then you point your car and drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Then you cross that border line | |
You just cross the ocean | |
Then you take that westward drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Get yourself ' cross that border line | |
Let' s ride | |
Head for the border line |
I got the buzz that you get | |
From a cold ice beer | |
On a hot beach in Mexico | |
Swayin' se orita' s stepping out of the sea | |
Throws her hair back and smiles hello | |
I got surf music playin' | |
In my head on a loop | |
" Help me Rhonda" and " Be true to your school" | |
So here am I many figures of blue sky | |
Pretty cool for an English fool | |
You just sail the sea | |
Then you point your car and drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Then you cross that border line | |
On the way I dropped in | |
To see a dear old friend | |
Made himself a life in L. A. | |
He said " Brother it' s so good | |
Just to see you again | |
How come you don' t want to stay?" | |
Said I " I' d love to stay | |
But I just ain' t got the time | |
I' ve got to leave California | |
Get myself ' cross that border line" | |
Let' s ride | |
I' ve be driving myself all night | |
Waves keep rolling | |
The suns starts thinking about | |
Sinking into the sea | |
Bloodred horizon | |
Tequila sun rising | |
There' s no place I' d rather be | |
You just sail the sea | |
Then you point your car and drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Then you cross that border line | |
You just cross the ocean | |
Then you take that westward drive | |
Turn left a California | |
Get yourself ' cross that border line | |
Let' s ride | |
Head for the border line |