In a darkened apartment / cool dip on the chair / warm smell of fajitas / rising up through the air. Over there in the loveseat / I saw a bearded ol' sight / The chips were greasy as he reached for them / He tried to stop for the night. Then he pointed right at me / I heard the Ra-di-o / And I was thinking to myself / “Pretty soon my ol' friend's gonna go-o-o.” / Then he toyed with my conscience / And he showed me the way / There were voices in the bathroom, now / I thought I heard him say-ay / “Good-bye to the good state, California / Such a pricey place / For my fuzzy face / I'm leaving you now for my Harvard, California / You can find it here / Or on Google, dear.”