California - Liz Phair

Okay, this guy walks into a bar

No, I’m just, I’m just fuckin' with you, I’m kiddin'

No, there’s this, this young bull and this old bull

And they’re standin' on top of a hill

And I tried to tell you before

That that’s why I left California

So they’re standing on top of this hill, right?

And they’re lookin' out over a pasture full of cows

Whole fucking pasture

And the young bull turns to the old bull, and he goes

«I got this really good idea»

And the old bull’s like, «Yeah?»

And I tried to tell you before

That that’s why I left California

Yeah, he’s like, «Yeah, yeah, I got this really good idea

Let’s run down that hill and fuck one of those cows»

And the old bull just looks at him, you know, he’s just lookin' at him

He’s like, «Look, I got a better idea»

Young bull’s like, «Oh, yeah, what’s your fucking brilliant idea?»

And the old bull goes

And I tried to tell you before

That that’s why I left California

The old bull goes, «Let's walk down that hill

And fuck all of those cows, dig?»

You know, like he ain’t been in town long or something

I don’t know

And I tried to tell you before

That that’s why I left California