Sun Down in the Tropics

It’s gettin’ cold up in the Northwest woods
and the sun down in the Tropics has been lookin’ good.
I don’t wanna live the life that they say I should.
I don’t need it no more.
Headin’ down to Californ-I-A
and I’m hopin’ that my problems here will all just stay.
If not I guess I’ll throw ’em in the Frisco Bay.
I won’t see ’em no more.
Travel down to San Diego town.
Gonna catch a little sun and watch my skin turn brown.
At the bottom of it all is where it all goes down.
I won’t worry no more.
Cross the border into Mexico
where the Señoritas shake it for a few pesos.
No hablo Español but I am so bueno,
I ain’t hurtin’ no more.