Текст песни Catalina - Descendents , The Bronx

My room's a mess and I don't care
I'm tired of uh sitting at my desk
You can't bother me
Yeah, I'm far far away
I got to get away to the Catalina Wine Mixer
You can't ruin my day
You can't tell me what to do
And you cannot make me think that I love you

Shoot it in your arm, you can't hurt me
Outta my way to Catalina
I'm not going to read your books
My tank's full of squid, it's getting light
And you whores, you can't make me want
I got all the fish I need on the deck of my boat
You can't break my heart when I'm here
Long swim home for your cute little

I'll steal some gas
And fix my motor
Turn on my Beatles tape
And get you out of my head

Ahh yeah, here I am, far away from you
The only fish that I smell is on the deck of my boat
You know I really want to go
But I can't
The reason's scotch tape
Looks like I'm stuck here

But I'll steal some gas
Fix my motor
Check out some M.O.D.
And get you out of my head
Get you out of my head