Capistrano Beach

Oh fly on you mixed up swallows,

this is not the stop

that God planned

You are over San Juan's

crippled sister

and it's best you do not land

Sing your song to Junipero Serra

Ask him why we were left

in the breach

Could have used a good missionary

here in Capistrano Beach

Got a stepdad in Tampa,

most my friends have moved on

Got an old gal who's a habit

I suppose I love still

We used to imagine our kids

would fill two station wagons

and we'd live in the Palisades

over the hill

Now big money

owns the high cliffs

and the ocean view leases

Down here theres sewage

backed up in Bacteria Bay

And the wild dogs chase the bikers

along the gray hopeless beaches

where the drugged punks

chuck driftwood,

get tanned so they'll look good

when they're beatin' up

drifters and gays

Ol' Jesus got busted

but his restaurant's still open

They got a rat or two in there

and a fine chili relleno

With all the stiff competition

Leo's Liquor is closin'

Poor Leo went down

drinkin' whisky and Drano

Well, the grade school burned up

killin' mean old Miss Day

who pinched our young arms

when we got her too mad

She'd tear up when she'd

read to us

from Hemingway

Don't know why to this day I

still visit her gravesite

Hope she knows I only turned out

half bad

We'll think about Mexico

and livin' down there

I've heard of guys like me

makin' new starts,

out on their own fishin' boats

with the wind in their hair

but this town whispers low

sayin' "you'll never go...

hey brother, till death do us part"