You got none in your pockets
You got none in your hands
Well, I don't have to see your eyes

To know what you're not thinkin'.

And even when you're not the best

You still try hard as hell
Well, I saw him walkin' in the alley
He stopped to wish me well

And he told me go to California
'Cause that's where it all sells.


And I knew this girl from Atlantic City
Full of generality
All she could do is talk and smile

But she got the best of me.

And even when you're not the best

You still try hard as hell
Well, I saw her walkin' in the alley
She stopped to wish me well

And she told me go to California
'Cause that's where it all sells.


And you find porch on Church Avenue
You're laughin' at me now
'Cause you were standin' when I came here

And you're still standin'.

And when you know you're not the best

You hope no one can tell
Well, I saw them layin' in the alley
I stopped to wish them well

And you know I went to California...