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Whoop-I-Ti-Yi-Yo
Saturday,
November 29, 2003
Listen
I'm just an old cowboy with twigs in my hair
I'm two-third alligator and three-quarters bear
And one half a liar but let it be known
I never told one lie that was not my own.
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
I came to California for the salt air
And for the mountains which we don't have back there
What we have is flatness and cold, goodness knows,
So this is a paradise one would suppose.
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
I walked in San Francisco in the fog and the mist
I went out a Lutheran, came back a humanist
Got back to the hotel and my spirit rejoiced:
That town may be cold but by gosh it is moist
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
I went to Arcata, near the big redwood trees,
Where the people walked out of the late Seventies,
Gentle and tolerant, sweet as can be,
Unless you d-e-v-e-l-o-p-e.
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
I went to Carmel which is tidy and quaint
Boutiques, ivy cottages, Oakland it ain't
It's somehow rather English, like Oxford or Chatham
Big Sur is nearby, though it's now called Big Madam
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
San Luis Obispo is a jewel on the coast
A paradise city, and also our host.
It is full of Midwesterners in disguise
But I know who they are by the guilt in their eyes
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
I went through Orange County, full of new building sites
It has no oranges except orange warning lights
And for all that I saw and I saw quite a lot,
It could have been Phoenix, and who says it's not?
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
San Diego is beautiful, calm and harmonic
Where the only ice is in your gin and tonic
As you lounge on your sailboat in a chair on the deck
And wait for Uncle Sam to send the next pension check
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
I love Los Angeles, say what you will
And probably you have but I love it still
Though all that you say is undoubtedly true
I love it cause maybe I don't care for you.
Whoopitiyiyo git along little doggies.
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