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San Francisco Bay, past Pier thirty-nine
Early p.m., can't remember what time
Got the waiting cab stopped at the red light
Address, unsure of, but it turned out just right
It started straight off, "coming here is hell"
That's his first words, we asked what he meant
He said, "Where ya' from?" we told him our lot
"When ya' take a holiday, is this what you want?"
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Lie around all day, have a drink to chase
"Yourself and tourists, yeah, that's what I hate"
He said, "We're going wrong, we've all become the same
We dress the same ways, only our accents change"
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Swim in the ocean, that be my dish
I drive around all day and kill processed fish
It's all money gum, no artists anymore
You're only in it now, to make more, more, more
So have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
Have a nice day
