I'm goin' down south Beneath the borderline I'm goin' down south Beneath the borderline Some fat mama Kissed my mouth one time. Well, i knew it this morning Without the shadow of a doubt Well, i knew it this morning Without the shadow of a doubt My suitcase is packed My clothes are hangin' out. San Francisco's fine You sure get lots of sun San Francisco's fine You sure get lots of sun But i'm used to four seasons California's got but one. Well, i got my dark sunglasses I got for good luck my black tooth I got my dark sunglasses I got for good luck my black tooth Don't ask me nothin' about nothin' I just might tell you the truth.