Post by Matt on Mar 25, 2007 18:25:43 GMT
HEADSET
See I've got a little bit of a problem
Back where I come from
It feels like 5 people
In my population
And no-one ever leaves there
I'm gonna be the first one
'Cause my papa always tells me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me
I know she doesn't
Ah, ah, ah
Well I've got my head set on California
I fly away tomorrow
I won't even warn ya
And I'll send a big postcard
Just to piss you off
I've got my head set on California
Here I come
See I've got what you would call an obsession
It feels like I think sane
The limits of a small town
Are frustrating my brain
Might leave some roots there
But my head's on the next plane
'Cause my daddy always tells me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me
I know she doesn't
Ah, ah, ah
Well I've got my head set on California
I fly away tomorrow
I won't even warn ya
And I'll send a big postcard
Just to piss you off
I've got my head set on California
Here I come
Here I come
La la la la
La la la la la la
Papa always tells me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me
I know she doesn't
Ah, ah, ah
Ah
Well I've got my head set on New York City
I fly away tomorrow
Won't even miss me
And I'll get a big boyfriend
Just to piss you off
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I've got my head set on California
I fly away tomorrow
I won't even warn ya
And I'll send a big postcard
Just to piss you off
I've got my head set on California
Here I come
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Here I come
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
See I've got a little bit of a problem
Back where I come from
It feels like 5 people
In my population
And no-one ever leaves there
I'm gonna be the first one
'Cause my papa always tells me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me
I know she doesn't
Ah, ah, ah
Well I've got my head set on California
I fly away tomorrow
I won't even warn ya
And I'll send a big postcard
Just to piss you off
I've got my head set on California
Here I come
See I've got what you would call an obsession
It feels like I think sane
The limits of a small town
Are frustrating my brain
Might leave some roots there
But my head's on the next plane
'Cause my daddy always tells me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me
I know she doesn't
Ah, ah, ah
Well I've got my head set on California
I fly away tomorrow
I won't even warn ya
And I'll send a big postcard
Just to piss you off
I've got my head set on California
Here I come
Here I come
La la la la
La la la la la la
Papa always tells me the way it was
And my mama thinks she knows me
I know she doesn't
Ah, ah, ah
Ah
Well I've got my head set on New York City
I fly away tomorrow
Won't even miss me
And I'll get a big boyfriend
Just to piss you off
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I've got my head set on California
I fly away tomorrow
I won't even warn ya
And I'll send a big postcard
Just to piss you off
I've got my head set on California
Here I come
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Here I come
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
